A new box of Crayolas — is anything more beautiful? Those perfect points. The swoon-inducing fragrance!
When I was a child, I craved the box of 64 I saw inside the desk of one of my first-grade friends. I loved the varied hues and the strange names: vermillion, burnt umber, magenta. I got one or two large boxes over the first ten years of life. Eventually, they ended up in a big shoe box and were shared with the brother and sisters.
I’ve bought two boxes of crayolas in the last year. I’m buying for the two grandchildren whose works of art I crave before they have the small-muscle control to create them.
Crayolas stimulate my memories of childhood and are some of the classic toys, like teddy bears, Tinker Toys, Lincoln Logs, and Golden Books that children of the 1950’s can share with the children of the 2010s. Little Owen is smelling and tasting and crayoning his way to his own sensory memory bank, which will some day be stimulated by the sight and smell of Crayolas also.
When he and his sister Julia are old enough, I want to follow Joanne Hess Siegrist’s good grandmothering example and help them make their own books about our adventures together. It’s never too soon to plunge in to memoir! Take a picture and write a story. Or draw a picture and write a story. Publish with a stapler. Maybe throw a launch party.
Whether making memories or preserving them, Crayolas are a great tool of creativity. I suggest that you sit down with a box of them and a fresh drawing tablet and see what happens.
Many thanks to Linda Hoye, the photographer of the lovely picture of crayons above. Linda is one of the people (more than 300 so far) who pre-ordered Blush: A Mennonite Girl Meets a Glittering World and told me about it. I’m thrilled and grateful, Linda. Big hugs to you. Linda blogs at Slice of Life Writing.
My New Beginning today is to read the Blush manuscript one last time to check on the proofreading.
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