I love a good story…   (Actually I love ripping a good story apart)     Many years ago, when we hung our hats in Nashville, a friend of ours suggested I take a little ‘look-see’ into the story, so I did what any rational adult would do: I gassed up the car, made sure […]

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  • Abby - I just love your spooky stories Cheryl! This one was actually giving me goosebumps. xxReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Why thank you Abby! ’tis the season and all. HA!ReplyCancel

  • Lisa_GrandmasBriefs - Too funny! You’re such a nut. I hope you didn’t pay the $20. You’ve turned the scary story inside out and made me chuckle. I was a little apprehensive at first as I don’t like scary stories too much (I used to; age has made me a big chicken). I’m glad I read your little expose, though. Thanks for the story and smile!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Of course I paid the $20! I paid for the whole shabang! I never go half way in!! Hahahaa. (Not always a good thing- just ask the hubby).ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - It’s amazing what people got away with back then. Criminal, actually. Fun story but I’m thinking a lot of the facts are true. Not sure about the spirit, but who the hell am I do debunk that?! Loved it … as always!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Of COURSE there wasn’t any ‘Spirit’! When you look at just the ‘facts’ by today’s standards I think we ALL know what was going on. What a smuck. I’m glad he died a miserable death. ps: luv you 2 xxooReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - What a ridiculous but interesting story.
    Absolutely the place is still screwing people, dear Lord!
    I am curious to though, did you spend the twenty-bucks?ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Of course! I think a lot of people were getting screwed if ya know what I mean… *head shaking*ReplyCancel

  • Tam Warner Minton - LOL, sounds like it! Did you pay 20 to see the bats and the haunt?ReplyCancel

  • Roshni AaMom - Huh!! Great story for getting people to come over and then get ripped off!!ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - OMG, you really do have a story here! Nothing like the story within the story within… well, you get it.ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - You spoil-sport, Cheryl! Demolishing a great yarn like that. I bet you told your children there was no Father Christmas!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I did blow the Easter Bunny up (by accident).ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Ah, another twist to the tale. Not going into all of the ones I’ve read (and forgotten). I always felt there was a human factor in this and now that I am much older have gone back to suspecting John Bell. I think I sold all the little magazines that had that tale in it when we moved from Washington (state).ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - It’s definitely a ripper! Love this, Cheryl! Both teh story and the ‘real’ story! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Terrye - I saw one of the “ghost” cashing shows there a couple of months ago. They were at the “actual” house and the caves. There’s a new series coming to either History Channel of Travel Channel following the Bell Family. Sounds like just another way for the Bells to make more money.

    The premise of the new Bell story is that the youngest son is cursed and his father has to save him before it’s too late. I haven’t decided if I’m going to watch it or not.

    I love how you uncovered the true story. 😀 I always thought there was more going on.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Hi Terrye!!! ACTUALLY the ‘original’ house is no longer standing, but I don’t think that will stop anyone on television from saying it’s still there. As for the youngest son, SOMEBODY was up to no good with that young Betsy- either the father or one of her brothers! But… I’ll still watch it. I’m a sucker for bad tv.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - You have the best stories! Love the ending – and you get the last laugh because you got a great blog post out of it 🙂ReplyCancel

The other day I was driving along the bayou with a friend. driving-driving-driving gab-gab-gab The weather was fine. The livin’ was easy. My travel companion mentioned, in passing, that the 1950’s Hollywood starlet/bombshell/hot mess Jane Mansfield, had died ‘just over there’.   “Where?”   “Over there, down by the bridge, and it was horrendous.”   […]

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  • The Religion of Spring Flower Gardening » A Pleasant House - […] in crazy colors that only Mother Nature’s teenage daughter would be caught wearing. I think Jane Mansfield was an annual. For the current generation- maybe a […]ReplyCancel

  • MryJhnsn (@mryjhnsn) - Oh, I just love hearing about your adventures and I this may be my favorite!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Ha! I have a million!! Glad you enjoyed and I appreciate your taking the time to comment!!ReplyCancel

  • Laurie Oien - Fascinating story! Learned more about Jane Mansfield than I ever knew before. In fact, I only learned a year ago or so that CSI star Mariska Hargitay was Jane’s daughter.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I know!!! I didn’t realize that either until a few years ago and now I see the resemblance! But she’s lived a MUCH happier life thank God. I understand Mariska won’t talk about her mother either. Can you imagine the trauma?ReplyCancel

  • Laura Ehlers - Wow! How frighteningly coincidental!! And then to take on the kid behind you!! Jayne would be proud!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I was insane with the thought of how short life can be. I just got out without thinking! I’m not sure I would do it again. Very risky.ReplyCancel

  • Abby - I’m happy to hear you’re ok! Holy Shit indeed! xxReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Actually- I was a dumb ass for getting out of the car. The kid was just as surprised as I was!! Ha!ReplyCancel

  • Eve - I remember this really upset my mother when it happened. Glad you nailed it and you certainly know how to nail a blogpost.ReplyCancel

  • Lisa at Grandma's Briefs - Wow! You got lucky, my friend.

    There’s a marvelous movie called, DRIVING JAYNE MANSFIELD’S CAR, directed by Billy Bob Thornton. Mansfield’s story is just a small part of this touching film. You must see it.

    Yay for nailing it… or, NOT getting nailed!ReplyCancel

  • Sheryl Kraft - Whew! How could so much happen in such a short period of time?? It only takes a split second for your whole life to turn upside down, as evidenced by Jayne’s story – and yours. So glad all turned out okay for you.ReplyCancel

  • Nancy Hill - Thank heavens you are here and able to write this! I drive across the country whenever I have an excuse, and I drive defensively, but sometimes there is just a place, a space I pass by, that seems to be dangerous, foreboding, or, dare I say it, haunted. I suspect that place is one where I would feel that. And Jayne, poor baby. Women, especially endowed women, did not do well back then, even if they did well.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - OMG. Well, geez. Isn’t that just so NOLA, that you were having that chat? I remember the Mansfield story very vividly. Very vividly. Glad you are ok.ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - Whenever I see Mariska Hargitay on “Law and Order” I think how damn lucky she was that she and her sibs were asleep in the back seat. Reports said Mansfield was beheaded but that wasn’t true. It was one of her wigs that was found at the scene. So glad you are alright! I’d avoid that doomed intersection.ReplyCancel

  • Ellen Dolgen - OMG….how scary! So happy you “nailed” it girl and that you are ok. It must have been very traumatic for you. It is true, our lives can change in seconds! As for Jane – she was gorgeous and so VERY talented! Sadly, many women in those days were taken advantage of and their true talents never respected.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I’m proud of you! Thanks for posting. I’d forgotten about those headlines.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Of course I’d heard of her. But never knew anything about her till right now! Tragic. And utterly fascinating. Poor girl. So much. And so little.ReplyCancel

  • Terrye Toombs - Why on Earth would you be in Slidell?! Yes, I’ve been there once or twice or more. 😀 Loved the story of Jan and her wandering ways!ReplyCancel

  • Norma Beishir - Mariska has definitely made better choices, both professionally and personally, than did her mother.ReplyCancel

  • Alaura Weaver - Amazing storytelling!ReplyCancel

        The other day I found myself in need of a spell- the kind that levels a playing field. I had been running errands and dealing with unhelpful people wherever I went. “Can you point me in the direction of…?” “Do I look like I work here?” “Well, the name-tag and all.” […]

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  • Anonymous - The thing about it is that hollywood doesn’t HAVE to make it up–just take notes!

  • Sue - I admire your photos and your photography skills a lot, plus your writing is always so intriguing. I hope to get a better camera someday. Movie houses are my passion, so thanks for this. I have to tweet and pin to Pinterest here http://www.pinterest.com/SueHKaboodle/tv-and-movie-houses/ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I’ll tell u a little secret. My camera is my i-phone with some crazy apps that I use like photshop! No kidding!!! And thanks for reminding me- I should pin these as well. Ooops.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - One needs to cast a spell on cranky retail clerks…ReplyCancel

  • Julie DeNeen - Remind me to never piss you off! LOLReplyCancel

  • Anonymous - Loved the post! Who doesn’t need a little help from their friends anyway? Virginia- FirstClassWomanReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Exactly Virginia! I’ve taken care of the retail clerks that were of no help- know I must cast a spell about traffic lights! Thanks for stopping by!!!!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy - You are endlessly entertaining, but you probably already know that! I am so glad I am (mostly, I think/hope) on your good side!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn - Ahhhh, I love those sort of days. Makes one determined to either really get ‘er done or, as you so rightly pointed out, hex ’em. If for no other reason, you’ll feel better.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I don’t just ‘do’ hexes’ I do blessing too! Just not this day!ReplyCancel

  • Vince Berryman - The part about dancing naked reminded me of what Terry Pratchett’s Discworld witches thought about doing that – basically, even if you can find a night that’s warm enough in a temperate climate, there is the issue of “thistles and sudden hedgehogs”. It’s not relevant to the post – I just wanted to share. (RIP Pterry.)

    That house is AWESOME. PLEASE tell me you actually have access to it for the doing of witchy stuff!ReplyCancel

  • Abby - Cheryl, did you put a spell on the comment avatars – cause they seem to have disappeared and now it’s just some sort of ghost images? I mean Holy Smoke if you can do that, then I’m really scared!?!

    • Cheryl - Be scared. Be very scared….. *wink*ReplyCancel

  • Brenda Ray Coffee - I love this, and it was just what I needed.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I had my witches dancing on a Halloween night in Iowa. They didn’t mind the cold with the raging bonfire. Of course, I arranged for the party to be broken up and the fire extinguished. It is Iowa, afterall.ReplyCancel

  • Leanne Le Cras - you do whatever you need to be seen and heard – a good incantation at the right time might be just the thing – or you could try the naked dancing thing when you next deal with an annoying shop assistant!ReplyCancel

  • b+ (Retire in Style Blog) - Oh my gosh, can I join your coven? I am so dim though that it takes the WHOLE DAY for me to realize that I have had a “coven meeting” kind of day! Darn! Happy Halloween!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I hope you sweep clean all the mess and cast a few good ones! Hahaha Good for you!ReplyCancel

  • Barbara Torris - Oh my gosh, can I join your coven? I am so dim though that it takes the WHOLE DAY for me to realize that I have had a “coven meeting” kind of day! Darn! Happy Halloween!ReplyCancel

  • Chloe Jeffreys - I like reading you.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you Chloe. That means a lot. Us Witches gotta fly together! Ha!ReplyCancel

  • Christiana - You codnlu’t pay me to ignore these posts!ReplyCancel

  It goes like this:      After the French and Indian War (1754-1763), the American Revolution (1775-1783), and the War of 1812 (1812-1815) the original 13 colonies found themselves broke.       Without the means to repay the farmers, and clerks, and boys, and widows, that had won these conflicts the state of Connecticut […]

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  • Carol Cassara - Screw the living history, i want your mom’s POT ROAST! Only kidding. I love stuff like that. But I do like pot roast. If it’s a good one.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I hear ya. I will post her Pot Roast recipe soon. It will NOT disappoint.ReplyCancel

  • Elin Stebbins Waldal - Love the images at the end of your post, makes my hankering for fall to hurry up and arrive in California grow stronger! Your post inspired me to seek a living history farm here and I discovered there is one two hours from my house, it looks gorgeous too. Thanks for the great tip!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Good for you! They really are all around us-Living History opportunities. I just LOVE them. I recently heard of a new plantation that has opened to the public and will be scouting it out soon. Stay tuned!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - Love history and this was so interesting. Love to feel those yarns. I should really seek out these places in my own back yard. We are rich in history as well! It’s not all Soprano’s and Housewives of NJ!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - New Jersey has such a rich history I bet they are and if you do- I’d love to hear about them!ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - Loved this. Everything about it. History is so freaking interesting. And everything has it. We forget that. Every old building, every old table with rings on it has history. If only the walls could talk.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I know!!!! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been sitting in a place and started asking too many questions about it’s history. LOVE IT!ReplyCancel

  • Myke Todd - Fascinating display of Americana… Both interesting and informative… Love your pictures!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Myke! Glad you stopped by!!ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn - Ok, so when ever you put food in the title, I’ve grown to expect an amazing recipe to accompany the story you tell. I was sad when I reached the end of the story, and no recipe for pot roast 🙁ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh boy. You caught me! I WILL be posting that darn recipe soon!!!ReplyCancel

  • Anne Louise Bannon - Love open air/living history museums like this. What fun. But I don’t get how pot roast won the West, unless you mean women bringing families in and… Or is it just a joke and I’m not getting it. Sigh. Wouldn’t be the first time.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Even I don’t know what I meant- really, but yes, the idea that w/o women and their good cookin’ all would have been lost. Or something that that. Wouldn’t be the first time I didn’t make sense. Ha!ReplyCancel

  • Sheryl Kraft - Sounds like a perfect day – topped off by a yummy home-cooked meal, of course!ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - Love to go to places like this. Our last road trip we went to Springfield, ILL so I could get my Abe Lincoln freak on. They preserved the whole street his house is on. Even got to see the triple seater outhouse. The family that…together…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - We stopped by what was supposed to be his log cabin in Kentucky once. Problem was/is that THAT cabin is long gone and the park services put up a pretend cabin near what they THINK was where his father settled for a bit- once. *head shaking* At least you got to see the TRUE three-seater!ReplyCancel

  • Nancy Hill - Oh, I love the stories of western expansion (except the part where the people who already lived there were “resettled.”) Was this before they drained the Black Swamp, aka Ohio? I love personal, and often that means feminine, takes on history – and small house and village museums play a critical role in preserving and conveying that history. Oh, and by the way, you have my vote for “best blog post title!”ReplyCancel

  • Lisa at Grandma's Briefs - Your history lessons are dished out in such pleasingly humorous bits and bites. If history in high school had been as fun as yours, I believe I’d be far more educated in that way. Love this! (And pot roast!)ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’ve got a million of them. Have you heard the TRUE story about how the Oxford Dictionary came to be???? AMAZING!!!!!! I really should write about that….. thanks for the inspiration!ReplyCancel

  • K. Lee Banks - Thanks for sharing the great pictures and some of the history behind them. I especially like the spun wool!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - The wool was gorgeous and soooo soft. The colors so rich. They sold skeens in the gift shop. I bought a few- of course. HehehheeeeeReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - People down on their luck cannot afford $1,200 payment and build such a stately manner. I love visiting a place like that. You are right about potroasts. Even used that in my one story.ReplyCancel

  • Abby - Cheryl the Historian- I love your new profession! I could sit by the fire place all day with you and listen to your stories:) Plus you make me hungry with this stuff!
    xx AbbyReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You’re so sweet! I LOVE history. These are a few posts from a few years ago that no one read. I’m re-posting because I have a FULL calendar this month and with the autumn upon us I think people like to read a good yarn. Hahahaa Thanks Abby. XXOOOReplyCancel

  A few weeks ago I had a conversation with my mother about Blogging. You can read it here.   At that time I asked my readers to select their preferred name for her ‘Post Titles’ when I share her thoughts.   It was almost unanimous:   The Crazy On Main Street   “So let […]

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  • Rosie - Thank you once again for sharing your memories…
    please continue to write. Love reading your thoughts.
    ~ rosieReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I hope she does Rosie. Fingers crossed…ReplyCancel

  • Tam Warner Minton - I always loved my parent’s memories, and I share them as often as I can. Perspective.ReplyCancel

  • Abby - Such a heartwarming story! I new there was French Canadian blood flowing in your veins Cheryl (just like in my L)! But that’s not the only reason why I like you SO much:) Sarcasm seems to be another factor. That’s a language we both speak so well:) xxReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - HA! Us little Frenchies are a bit on the wry side, non? (Love u 2!) XXOOReplyCancel

  • Donna Tagliaferri - Beautifully written….I have French relatives too, they make the best stories!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I believe this is but the tip of the iceberg. Maybe we can convince her to share more?ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I get a very vivid picture of her from her writing. Lucky you to still have your mom!ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - I love your Meme’s attitude about the cookies! These are such wonderful memories.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - What beautifully told story and you know what? I know I like it, the story teller, and the story teller daughter a lot! Thank you for sharing the sweet memory! Cookies please?ReplyCancel

  • Karen D. Austin - Thank you for sharing the photo and the memories about tigers, fishing, cookies and sewing. What wonderful people! Very sweetly relayed.ReplyCancel

  • Carpool Goddess - Lovely memories and such beautiful writing. And, yes, always times for cookies!ReplyCancel

  • Rosalind Warren - This post put a smile on my face. And that photo — it’s a gem. Sounds like Meme and Pepe were too.ReplyCancel

  • Estelle Sobel Erasmus - They look so sweet–like you and I also think like your mom!ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - What a sweet way to start a morning! Your mom is a sweet woman but I bet she can still kick your butt. Moms are like that. Thanks for sharing the memory. Going to bake me some cookies!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - HA! A Baker’s Dozen I hope! XXOOReplyCancel

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