![]() ![]() But I’ve got to ask: If The Purple Dragon and The Dragon’s Lady had their first date at the State Fair way back before dirt was invented, what was the floor of the Hippodrome made of back then? Paul: “Well, gosh, I’m not older than dirt yet (NOTDY), and I remember the State Fair Coliseum being referred to as the Hippodrome. One day, he handed in his Flesh-colored paper (in which he had trouble staying within the lines) to the teacher, and he waited for her to say: ‘That’s all in one color! And you didn’t stay in the lines!’ But she looked at it and said: ‘That’s beautiful.’ ” Hmmmmmmmm (Hippodrome Division - cont.) It was his first time having that many colors to choose from, and his favorite was ‘Flesh.’ Flesh was so much his favorite color that he colored everything in Flesh! He also said he had trouble staying within the lines when coloring. “The Pastor of our church, Pastor Chris, recently told us that, one year, his teacher gave each child a box of color crayons - the big box. And the nice sharp points that only lasted through the very first picture (but it was an amazing first picture, and you never again stayed inside the lines so well)! As a person who loves art and color, to this day I can enter a yarn shop and be lost in studying the colors everywhere. Colors like Bubble Gum Pink! Sunshine Yellow! Mandarin Orange! Fuchsia! Periwinkle Blue! Irresistible color to put on clean white paper and express myself. ![]() It was a wealth of riches to grow up and own a box of 36 delicately sized color crayons. In first grade, you were allowed only eight clumsily large, basic-colored crayons. “When I was a kid, nothing contained more creative possibilities than a brand-new box of crayons. “The kids are off to school in their brand-new school outfits, with new shoes and new backpacks and, best of all (to me, in my childhood), the brand-new box of crayons. We didn’t want to waste the nutrients.’Īnne Nonny Mouse: “Subject: Color my world. I asked him what it was, and he said: ‘It’s potato water and cherry juice. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I took a big gulp. It was sort of cloudy and had a nice pink color. Soon after I arrived, my dad said he wanted me to try this new drink he had concocted. “The next time I came home was Thanksgiving. I assumed he must have been impressed with my newfound knowledge, because he didn’t say anything about how his way had worked for years and none of us seemed malnourished. “My dad was making potatoes, and as he drained off the water, I informed him that he was draining off all the good nutrients and should add less water in the future. Seeing they were paying for this education, why not share - and correct the error of their ways? I was taking a nutrition class and thought I should share the wealth of my information with my parents. “I had completed about four weeks of my freshman year in college when I came home for my first visit. Writes Grandma Fish of Woodbury: “With all the talk of starting school, I remembered a lesson I learned - not from school, but from my dad.
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