Tag Archives: History

Here in New Orleans    rising from the square, Towering upwards calling    calling all to care. Bell ringing new day    penitents filing in, The haze of night last still    heavy laid with sin. Cleansing of the dear souls    praying for new starts, Bishop lays his hands    Deep within wet hearts. […]

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When I was a young girl, my parents built their first (and only) home in a freshly developed  neighborhood with freshly developed people.Everything was buttoned-up, shiny, and happyhappyhappy. Most of the Moms stayed home (not mine) and the Dad’s went to work (not often enough). Sure, the streets were tar-n-chip, but the houses were new, with big […]

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  • Natalie DeYoung - I want that bike. Now I’m inspired… 😉ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - There are so many inspirational bikes around here. I should just go around and photograph them. Now- you’ve inspired me! Thanks Nat!ReplyCancel

  • bethteliho - Aw, great post, great story, and freakin’ AWESOME SHAZAAM BIKE!!! I bet *she* was very grateful for the ride home. That was so sweet of you. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • bethteliho - Great post, great story, AND AWESOME SHAZAAM BIKE! I bet *she* was so grateful to have a ride home. That was so sweet of you. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Spectacular bike! So glad you took a photo. He/she definitely needs a basket.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - “…freshly developed neighborhood with freshly developed houses…” I love that. “And they’re all made out of ticky tacky…” 😉 But then, there are so many good lines in this Cheryl. Love!ReplyCancel

  • Kate @ Another Clean Slate - Be safe! I am always nervous about anyone I don’t know. But you are so good to offer a ride to a stranger. And a story from it!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I offered, but I didn’t say he took it, now did I? Anyways, I travel with a loaded gun right on the seat. (only kidding)ReplyCancel

  • musingsonmotherhoodmidlife - Wow. You are so sweet to have helped “her”. And she was very trusting to just go off with you. Did your newfound nostalgic friendship end there? Curious minds want to know:)
    EstelleReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - That’s anything but Ozzie and Harriet!ReplyCancel

  • Angel The Alien - I think a lot of neighborhoods are like that… the more perfect they are, the more secrets hiding behind those curtains! Glad you were a kind neighbor and offered a ride to the bike rider who loves fruit!ReplyCancel

  • bookworm - Wow, that is so not where I grew up (the Bronx). Of course, we had our own set of strangeness and cultural conflict. Still waiting for your memoir.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I’m to young to start a memoir (hahahaaa) I think I’ll wait another 56 years. I’ll be 60 by then.ReplyCancel

Many years ago, on a trip to NYC, Ben and I split up for the day- he to a meeting. I to shop (Surprise)After a long day of firing-up the plastic, and laden with pretty bags full of goodies, I ventured my way back to the Mayfair Hotel (pre-1997 location on upper east side) and […]

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     Roses are funny business.     We love them… but they scare us.     Not their thorns, but their finicky nature… or are they?     Finicky.     Consider this: roses have been on this planet longer then we have (there is fossil evidence over 35 million years old), garden cultivating began about 5,000 years […]

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