I referred to something this morning as being "burnt umber" in color. I clarified that as "well, burnt umber as I remember it from my box of 64 crayons."
And I realize that all the colors that I might identify come from that cool, flip-top box of 64 crayons, with the sharpener on the back, and an assortment of great names -- Lemon Yellow, Raw Sienna, Burnt Umber, Periwinkle, etc. My favorite color was "Midnight Blue" -- in part because it taught me that there is rarely an absolute black in the world around me. My least favorite was "Salmon." (Did Crayola shape my dislike for seafood?) I also really liked Gold, Silver, and Copper. There was something quite special about having crayons that had a sparkle to them. Of course the children today need those special, extra sparkly, glow in the dark, wipe-off, neon crayons to feel special.
I wonder just how many mega-corporations have shaped our lives in ways that we might not realize unless we give it some serious thought.
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