Well, good morning once again to all my blogging friends. Today is so much cooler than yesterday. I was amazed last night when I walked out of the Library to see that it had dropped about 25 degrees. The thing I worried about the most, was if the ominous sky opened up..what a horrendous storm might be upon us, but luckily, that was avoided.
As I sit in the morning sipping my coffee, all sorts of ideas run through my head as to what the topic of the day should be. I think about those that are out there in cyberland reading my blogs and wonder what benefits it brings to them? Randomly writing this blog makes my mind wonder what my readers are thinking. Are you taken back in time? Are you getting pleasure from the blogs? Does it make you think of your past? Do you learn anything or get food for thought? I urge you to comment as it gives me a path to follow. As a storyteller, I am used to feedback from my audiences. That gives me a hint as to whether the story came off well, where I will decide I need to tweak it and even the subject matters themselves. So if you enjoy my blogs, I would love to hear from you. I value your opinions and thoughts. They encourage me as to where to go with this.
I truly love that I can somewhat journal my thoughts into story form. Some, I may build upon and use for performances down the road.
So, now that all that has been said, I want to move onto todays topic, crayons.
This is an topic that I think almost all ages can identify with. Our childhoods all seem to have begun with them.
When I think back in time, I remember how exciting it was to receive a new box of crayons. I remember the advancement from the small box with 8 crayons to the larger and then to the largest there was. I remember what a treat it was getting the 64 Crayola box and it came with the built in Sharpener! I can remember what it felt like opening up the lid and seeing all those pointed little heads. They almost seemed like hats. I remember the smell of the wax. It was delightful. I remember pulling each one out to look at the colors, read the names that were inscribed along the sides of the papers. They had names that were often times hard to say. They were names or words I had never heard before. Words like Sepia Prussian Blue and Indigo. I think I was finally in my 40's when I really knew and understood what sepia was.
To think that through the years, crayons have changed so much and that there is a history behind some of the changes. That's right, history. I was just as surprised as you may be at this moment. Did you know that during the times when the nation fought for Civil Rights...a crayon changed its FLESH colored crayon to PEACH. INDIAN RED was changed to CHESTNUT. PRUSSION BLUE was changed to MIDNIGHT BLUE.
I guess everything changes with time. I know that for now, children's excitement over a box of crayons would be the 120 crayon box. New colors and names have continued, as old ones became retired. Now they have Jazzberry Jam and Mango Tango...Mango Tango? I thought about that name and wen back into my childhood and would not have a yardstick to measure that with, since I had never heard of a Mango back when I was a child. Times change and so did crayons. The quantities changed from an 8 pack to 120 pack. It seems as though crayons almost tells the history of the times.
The retired color of crayons now are green blue, orange red, orange yellow, violet blue, maize, lemon yellow, blue gray and raw umber. Blizzard blue, magic mint, teal blue and mulberry have been retired most recently..
I remember that when I was growing up, my Grandfather Joe used to pay me a nickel if I colored an entire coloring book. Now, I remember coloring each day, kept inside of the lines, learned to blend the colors. I took great pride in my coloring and also in the finished product. I would remember taking over the finished coloring book to my Grandfather and him reaching into his pants packet for his coin pouch and pulling out a nickel. I watched as he flipped through the coloring book and his eyes would twinkle. It was almost the same sort of look you would imagine Santa Claus might have. He made it appear as though he was walking through an Art Gallery filled with amazing art. I so appreciated the confidence that I generated from his pleasurable nod of acceptance. Now, I know that he didn't really need to pay me to color...for I loved it anyway, but now, with hindsight, I cannot help but wonder if it was his way to have me learn to finish what I start. Perhaps he was trying t foster the artistic side of me. Perhaps, he just wanted me to learn to occupy my time. Whatever the reasons, I am so grateful today because I am now a Professional artist as well as a Storyteller. I have bought countless boxes of Crayons through the years, for my children and their children. And in the thick of it all, I still enjoy sitting down to color with the grandkids. The most amazing of all is that I also use Crayons to color with the Alzheimer's. Crayons can teach us all a wonderful lessons. We are never limited. We are only a stroke away from genius if we decide to just use our imaginations.