No one will find me here. No one ever looks up do they? And this is such a typical small area in the world that I am CERTAIN that I can’t be found. Of course, will I ever get home again?
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No one will find me here. No one ever looks up do they? And this is such a typical small area in the world that I am CERTAIN that I can’t be found. Of course, will I ever get home again?
Find Full Find Chey Rules here.
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Oh, we are first today! That means we are first to say we don’t know. Mum and dad don’t know either, so they are no help.
We googled Village Hall and saw a bunch of places with that name, but none that looked like that particular Village Hall. Certainly none were adorned by a former feline Presidential Candidate on the lamb.
I don’t know what village you are in, but if it’s looking for an idiot, Rudy’s over here in O Hi O!
HaHaHaHaHaHa!
We’re clueless this week, too, Chey…
Well, you are in a village. That’s for sure. And it takes a village to find Chey…hmmm. I have no idea which village…
It sure is a cute little village hall.
If only I could magnify the writing on the bench and the sign. If somebody else can, maybe they can work it out. I bet nobody looks up, Chey. Good spot!
Are you in Martha’s Vineyard? Or perhaps you’re in a wee village in me ol’ home in Scotland? Ah, Duine Mhor, how I miss ye!
I’m going to take a wild guess and say Williamsburg, Virginia. I was there once, and the buildings all kind of looked like that.
I do not know where you are, Chey, but I feel a song coming on!
? When this old world starts a getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
Ill climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof, its peaceful as can be
And there the world below don’t bother me, no, no ? ?
Careful or you gonna FALL!!!
We’re not sure where ya are, but we think that might be a Vermont state flag…
Chey, yer gonna cave in the roof!
I’m guessing Greendale Village Hall, 6500 Northway, Greendale, WI 53129
Known for its rich heritage and beautiful green spaces, the Village of Greendale consistently ranks as a favorite small town to visit and a great place to live and work.
Greendale was originally developed in 1936 as part of President Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal in the wake of the Great Depression. With the purchase of 3,400 acres of farmland southwest of Milwaukee’s city limits, the federal government’s Resettlement Administration had three main objectives: to demonstrate a new kind of suburban community which combined both city and country life, to provide good housing at reasonable rents, and to provide jobs to unemployed workers.
The site of the development, adjacent to beautiful Whitnall Park, was chosen for its gentle hills, thick wooded areas, and scenic ponds. One of three “Greenbelt” communities in the country, the historic village of Greendale was built on the “garden city” model, in which housing was situated within easy walking access of gardens, employment and a town center.
The original downtown area included the Village Hall, several businesses and 366 homes which included 572 living units. Single family homes, multi-family homes and rowhouses made of cincrete, a type of cinder block, were built to accommodate a mix of family sizes and income levels. Uniquely designed, the homes were positioned close to the street with the living room at the back of the house to allow residents a better view of their picturesque backyards. These quaint homes were often referred to as “Greendale Originals.” In 1949, the Public Housing Administration gave occupants of Greendale homes the first right to purchase them from the government and in many cases, the residents exercised this option. The transfer of ownership from the federal government was largely completed by the end of 1952.
Today, Greendale’s village center area is listed in the Nation and State Registers of Historic Places, with many buildings considered historically significant. Residents continue to enjoy lush green spaces, outstanding municipal services, thriving businesses and a highly rated school district. Community members are active in many local civic organizations, church groups and school committees where they volunteer their time and talents for the betterment of the Village. Visitors, and residents alike, savor the community’s heritage, and newcomers as well as founding families are committed to preserving Greendale’s rich history and small town charm.
Ware the hek is that smarty pants ‘Kaika???????
I agree with LC, Ayla and Iza … it does look like that might be a Vermont State flag …
I dunno, Smartypants, ‘Kaika. Looks like the Whiskerconsin state flag to me.
arrr we have had way too much rum me hearty to guess…. you will be safe in disneyland tomorrow. wear your pirate costume with the blonde wig
house trashing party at boo’s the rest of the weekend!
xoxox
Maobert… I think you are right again. What do you have google photo search?
Mum thought it look familiar, but hasn’t been by that place in years. We live in a Village too, but our Village Hall doesn’t look like that.
It’s just the supeeriur Simeeze intellekt at werk, Chey.
Touche, Maobert! Whiskerconsin was also a possibility, but you just were smarter and faster … today. Enjoy your time on the roof, Chey!
mao is just too too smart for all of us!
avast, there, ye daredevil cat!! we sees ye on that rooftop an’ bids ye sneak down, dress in mufti, an’ come aboard a vessel in th’ pirate ship flotilla. no scurvey knave will make yer presence known–as ye well ken, pirate folk ha’ a fine disregard fur th’ thorities. there be hammmmm in plenty, an’ nipgrog an’ tuna joose, an’ we’ll see ye safe t’yer next hidin’ place!
yer (mostly) obedient sarvint,
cap’n mao fang
Hi Friends!
Wherever you may be we want to thank you for the kind words & purrs you left for our Dad and his surgery this week!
Avarst ye blaggers wot are trying ta capsher Cap’n Cheysuli! Be gone, ye scurrilous rogues! She be ‘avin’ ta take to da rooves of landlubbers’ abodes in Unknown Lands to escape yer evil ways! Hoo knows where she am being? Not Cap’n Black Cat the Catastrofe nor ‘er First Mate Alfie the Atrocious or ‘er Second Mate Simba the Bad! We hopes you find yer way home Cap’n Cheysuli the InCheyripididpuss! :)xxx
I gessed Whiskonsin frum da historical site sign, but then asked Mom if they look like dat in Catifornia an she furgotted. None of us’ns has been to Greendale Village, so yur ahead (an above) us der, too. Just don’t fall down.
Purrs,
Victor