Category Archives: Travel

  It’s Summer Time and the livin’ is easy… except when it’s complicated.   This is my mantra. George Gershwin got it all wrong. He probably couldn’t even swim.   It should go like this: All together now…   Summertime, and the livin’ is complicated. Mass travel sucks and tempers are high Oh, your daddy’s […]

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  • Lisha Fink - I think we were in the next condo. 😉ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - If that were ONLY TRUE! I may have had a better time Lisha! EeeGads.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I’m laughing so hard the dog left!

  • Penelope Lemov - What a way to capture the “joys” of inter-generational, international travel. I’m still humming your tune–even as I posted a blog on similar theme this morning.ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - The essence of the down side of travel, neatly encapsulated in a poem. Burnt ass, frayed tempers, long lines at airports; I recognize all of these. And a fine quartet of womanhood on display in that photo (just saying!).ReplyCancel

  • Terrye Toombs - What a way to start a Monday – with a smile. Thank you Cheryl. 😀ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - You’re so funny Cheryl Nicholl! Love this.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Yeah. I’m pretty much going to go with your version from now on . . . 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Catchy tune. Plan B sounds good. Everyone in the picture looks happy about Plan B.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - We were- eventually. I was happy from about an hour and a half into being denied access to our original flight! I said the universe was trying to tell us something. Everything was so messed-up! Oh well…..ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Love you for this from start to finish.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - So cute Sue! I love you from start to finish! If you only knew the ‘details’. Holy Crap what a bunch of jerks- all over the globe!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn Hammersmith - Great, now I’ve got Summertime playing in my head, over and over again. ReplyCancel

The first time I can remember playing was in a playpen with the little girl next door.   Her name was Barby. Her mom had named her in the debutante age of the iconic doll, but in a show of defiance, had changed the spelling to make a point- a ‘point’ I think that could […]

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  • Jessica - Wow, you could have just described my son right there. There are no simple answers to his questions (Google has become my best friend). And of course we love the Legos! 🙂 Looks like an awesome display.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It was/is- mind blowing. The things that can be made out of lego’s are awesome. PS: our son grew-up to be amazing- so will yours I bet. [[hug]]ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I play more as an adult than I ever did as a child!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes- I believe you do! Which is so wonderful Carol. You only live once! Might as well have fun!ReplyCancel

  • Meghan - Sometimes I think it would be a relief to let myself be self-involved occasionally… because you are completely right, it’s not something you really get to do once you’re a mom. But really I need the chance to lighten up, to spend time on frivolous things. With my kids or without them, either way. It’s hard sometimes because my guys are still little, but we’re working on it- trying to make sure that at least some of my time is geared toward laughing and silliness and not ALWAYS trying to make every minute “count.”

    Stopping by from Bloppy Bloggers.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Have any truer words ever been spoken? I don’t think so! Yes- trying to make every minute count is impossible. Somehow I had a revelation as a younger mom that all I could do was my best- and that included just relaxing, and playing, and letting things goooooo sometimes. I have tried to perfect my imperfections- aka: RELAX. Hahaaa. Great to see you here!ReplyCancel

  • Elizabeth - Yes! We get so caught up in the stresses and responsibilities of adult life, that we forget to have fun and play. We only get one ride on the merry go round of life. We should enjoy it while we’re on the ride! Great piece. Thanks for the reminder!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - My pleasure! And in full disclosure- I STILL have to remind my self from time to time!ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - I find that wonderful and extraordinary that he is so focused and doesn’t let success stop him from striving to achieve more!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - He really is AMAZING. It’s not that he’s NOT satisfied, it’s just that he wants to do and learn more all of the time. He’s my hero- as are your Big and little A’s!ReplyCancel

  • Lana - Love this post! My younger son was a lego fan as well, and could sit for HOURS working on a creation. He would love to see this installation – thanks for sharing!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I think LEGO sponsors these installations all over the country (smart, btw). Check your area or swing by Cleveland, Ohio. There are a lot of great things to do!ReplyCancel

  • Chloe Jeffreys - My son is so much like me. And I fought it for years because I didn’t want him to have the problems in life that I’ve had. I wanted him to be like me, but the better version that was perfect. In other words, nothing like me. And then I realized that he’s himself. And if I want into his world I’d better stop superimposing myself on it and insisting he be entirely different. And it’s been a blessing every since.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Such discoveries are better late than never.ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - I think if more parents were like you the world would be a beautiful place.ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn Hammersmith - Amazing child and most likely an amazing adult these days. His world has no boundaries, which means the possibilities are endless. I am in awe of folks like that.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Lego. Best toy ever! (Unless you step on it!) I think your son and my sons would have gotten along famously!ReplyCancel

  • Sue Pekarek - Not to be a ditto but I agree with Rena that more parents should be like you. ReplyCancel

  • Tana Bevan - Sweet memories of your darlin’. Thanks for sharing. Does he still enjoy Legos?ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - We just talked about this and he said he misses playing with them. I think I’ll surprise him with a kit soon! He’s 29!!ReplyCancel

Last week I cried. I’ll let that sink in Well… maybe not actually cried, but I was quiet, and walked s-l-o-w-l-y, which is a sure-fire sign that something is getting to me. It all began like this: 1875- In the coal mines of interior England…      People are dying of black lung, starvation, unsanitary […]

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  • Angel The Alien - You have a very interesting family history! How did you learn all of that? Have you ever read the book A Tree Grows In Brooklyn? If you liked the Tenement exhibits, you might like that book.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’ve been researching our families histories for 20 years Angel! Oral histories. Interviewing living members. And using And I loved that book! Thanks for stopping by!ReplyCancel

When I was a kid, every mother in our village pulled their Covair station wagon down the dirt road to the farm at the outside of town for fresh eggs.Need pork chops?We went to the butcher near the television repair store. Milk? Call Bud, the milkman, who delivered the dairy including butter, ice cream, and the occasional […]

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When my children call, I don’t always talk long (or even pick-up the phone) especially with my son.  He’s a talker. gab-gab-gab Case in point: “Hey Mom! You haven’t been here for a while.” “That’s true. I’ve been busy visiting your sister ’cause I love her more.” “We both know that’s not true. Hahaha. You’re […]

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  • Larry Larry - He had me at “drinks on the rooftop”. Hitler would have had me at “drinks on the rooftop”.ReplyCancel

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