Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Northeast Ohio’s Amusement Park Legacy

Who of us over 60 doesn't remember seeing or spending time at one of the small, local amusement parks between Canton and Cleveland? Northeast Ohio was home to dozens of them, tempting us with the simple pleasures of carnival rides, ice cream, and (for the grown-ups) big band entertainment and dancing. ...
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Digitizing Your Life: Easy Steps to a Paperless Home

Tired of sifting through stacks of mail for that one receipt, or wrestling with an overflowing filing cabinet? Going paperless can really tidy up your home and simplify your life. It might sound like a huge job, but with a few simple steps, you can swap those paper piles for neat digital files, saving both space and stress. ...
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Joy Rides for Generations at Memphis Kiddie Park

Many who take their grandkids to Memphis Kiddie Park climbed on these same rides themselves when they were young. They've aged while the iconic park remains locked in time, a joy-filled throwback celebrating the twin treasures of childhood and summertime. ...
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Worth Noting: Son of Ghoul, Farm Markets & a Big Boy

We’re in the thick of strawberry season, with the blueberries following close behind. And if that’s all you know about Ohio’s produce, that’s okay — We’ve got your covered. ...
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What Do You Do With Someone’s Belongings When You’re Still Grieving?

There’s something so painfully strange about seeing someone’s things after they’re gone.  Really, it doesn’t matter what it is, like a jacket over a chair, a mug in the cabinet, a half-used bottle of shampoo, a drawer full of receipts, chargers, pens, and random little everyday objects that now feel impossible to touch. For a lot of people, they joke about how great it would be to inherit something from someone, be it money, a house, or belongings in general. 

But then, when it happens, when you’re grieving, it’s hard to describe how hard it is to manage, because you barely can. No one can manage, but you’re supposed to. You’re supposed to just accept that the world will keep turning, people will go about their business, and you’re supposed to do that too while at the same time grieving. 

So, when you get boxes of stuff- boxes upon boxes- are you supposed to deal with this when there’s just no bandwidth there for the time being?

Don’t Force Yourself to Make Every Decision Right Away

It can feel like everything needs an answer immediately. Keep it, donate it, sell it, give it to family, throw it away, sort it properly, be practical, be sentimental, be calm, be efficient. Like, okay, that’s a lot to ask from someone who’s barely managing the day.

Some belongings can wait. Unless there’s a deadline because of a lease, a house sale, legal paperwork, or another urgent situation, there’s no need to decide the emotional value of every single item right away. And you should also just keep in mind here that grief can make a regular sweater feel like a museum piece, and it can make a box of old kitchen tools feel weirdly impossible to handle. So, just giving it time doesn’t mean avoiding it forever; it just means not forcing clarity before it exists.

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Writing Cursive with the Grandkids

Who would have guessed that writing in cursive would become nearly obsolete within our lifetimes? And yet here we are. Grandparents are in an ideal position to teach cursive, as they’re often the last generation who used it daily, and kids love learning something that feels like a “secret skill.” Here’s a fun, practical way to pass it on, without turning it into a boring handwriting boot camp. ...
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Road Trip: Oberlin Art & Architecture

We're starting road trip season, and here's a suggestion for a place to kick off your springtime ramblings: Oberlin. Less than an hour west of Cleveland, the picturesque college town has a lot to see. ...
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Editor’s Note: Happy Birthday to Us

As a shameless attention-seeker, nothing was more thrilling than Chi-Chi’s restaurant on my birthday. “Gosh, I hope they’re not coming to my table,” I’d say without meaning it, as the waiters carried a giant sombrero to my table, popped it on my head, and clapped-sang “Happy Birthday” over a bowl of fried ice cream. ...
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