In a Box of Crayons (Children & Art)

In a box of crayons, I am the orange. Who are you?

Ok, I believe that each of us can be represented by at least one crayon. I know for myself, I am definitely not a pink, or a brown, though I do like nature and the earth.

Children and art belong together, just as they need to be read to aloud, and to learn as many words as they can in fun ways that they remember.

The following story illustrates the imagination of a child when that imagination is squashed so to speak.

My mother, like a good number of other mothers in my day, put me into a summer Bible school. Now this was fine if we were church goers, but we were not, and I really did not know much about the Bible. So on one of the first days, the teacher asked us all to color pictures of Joseph and Mary that she gave us. We each had colors, and I just assumed that this was meant to be a creative exercise.

But when my little hand picked up a crayon and began to color Joseph’s hair orange, the teacher slapped the crayon out of my hand with a firm “Joseph’s hair is brown, not orange.” I quietly waited for her to leave my spot as I picked up the brown and began to peel it as though it needed to be peeled.

Moments later, the teacher had to go down the hall to the office. Now in those days, it was not against the law to leave the children alone in a classroom and we did not have aides in our classroom. We were alone – all alone.

Bored beyond measure, I picked up my pair of children’s scissors and began to pretend to cut my eyebrows. Soon all the other children began to cut their eyebrows, or pretend to as well. And one little girl got really carried away and was cutting her braid. As we giggled ourselves silly, the teacher walked back in. Outraged at what she saw, she said in her hornblower voice, “Who showed you to do this?” And all those little fingers pointed right at me. I tried to look around, but to no avail.

She marched over to my table, grabbed me by the hair, and got me up and marching to the office. Once there, she called my mother and told her that I could no longer be in HER class, for I could not follow instructions and was a troublemaker. So that was it. I was going home. Maybe there ARE miracles in this world.

My mother was furious with me, of course, so I got sent to my room . . . where I had a box of crayons and coloring book. I sat and colored the hair of each person in the coloring book orange . . .


49 thoughts on “In a Box of Crayons (Children & Art)

  1. Haha..You little rebel, Anne….One of my favourite quotes is… We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box. ~Robert Fulghum….Hair and scissors when my mother was fed up with us winging every time she washed our hair she took us to get it cut short with a fringe..I of course objected, sat under the kitchen table and cut my fringe of and told my mother I haven’t got a fringe now…I was sent to bed..On another note have you just changed your blog header because I have and we obviously sing from the same hymn sheet…lol…Happy NewYear πŸ™‚ xx

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    1. Ewe are way too funnie! We definitely come from the same box of crayons! That is also too funnie about the headers. I just changed mine and was going to write more about BAAAAAAAD Teachers. Of course I have had some really good ones too, but the bad ones are memorable because a teacher would not generally do today what they did yesterday (or as those with Oldtimer’s might say), hmmmmm . . . That one did not last long enough to come out of my mouth, so it must have been a good one. . . Must be time for bed – Happy to you too – Are we still in the New Year or what else can we think of . . .

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  2. Oh, I love this Anne! And I am a firm believer in children as pure artists. One of my first presents to my young grandchildren has always been crayons and play-doh. Our 3-year-old grandson dropped everything to dig into the stuff at our most recent gifting…spent the whole afternoon perfecting snakes and (to the horror of all lus grown-ups) blending the colors. Blessings to you, and happy coloring, dear playmate!

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  3. Oh I love play dough too. You can make it from liquid starch, Elmer’s glue and food coloring and you can make it from other ingredients too (lots of recipes on Whoo hooo! I am always ready to play, Play, PLAY!!!

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  4. OH no! You didn’t show her how to cut her braid. ONLY her eyebrows. If I were a crayon, I think I’d be brick red. Seems I was always searching for that one in my color box. Interesting tidbit, but I can conjure the smell of crayon. Takes me to happy memories of childhood where I spent most of it coloring and fortunately I didn’t have bad coloring memories!

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  5. I love Brick Red too! Not sure it is a color though. Oh yes, we loved the smell of crayons. Well, that one experience was good in the end, for I was bored beyond childhood!!! Coming home and getting to do things my own way helped me confirm that I wanted at least on the side to be an artist. And I definitely don’t want to be perfect in my art. I am sad that they have removed some of the colors over the years even though they added some new ones. I wish they would keep the old ones AND give us more. My dream is to have the biggest box of colors. I think I have the 124 colors (my count may be wrong) now. It’s funny, but those WERE the really good childhood days with jacks, tops, yo-yo’s. jump ropes, dolls and doll houses, paperdolls, and wood airplanes or gliders, and kites, wonderful kites! And just plain old cardboard packing type boxes became cars and spaceships and forts, etc. Ah, those were the days for sure. The biggest thing we stole was some of mom’s chocolate cookies. Ah, I can still smell them. Such little things were magic for sure. Boys riding their bikes, girls and boys on skates, and all those things that were so magic!

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    1. Wow, I just might become a true believer!!! Just kidding. I believe all Gods had some good wisdom, and some of it stinks too. But they had knowledge and wisdom above and beyond, and all of it was good in some ways, depending on how you interpreted it, which has always been an issue, has it not?

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    1. You are always my hero, Jennie! I will be posting another children oriented one soon, but am working on some other jobs I have to get done right now, so it has to wait a day or two. One of my volunteers jobs is calling me to do stuff. They all want “stuff.” It’s OK though because I enjoy being useful in society too. I am also a volunteer court-appointed advocate for foster children in San Bernardino, CA, a special one to deal with the schools to make sure the children served have what they need for school, be it tutors, schools, school clothing (like sports things, etc.). The nonprofit that does this is called, and you have likely heard of them. I think they are in every state, or if not, they should be. I want to make sure those children get a lot of things they will like to read. They are all ages, and our library I am sure will either give me some used books or sell them to me cheaply. Hugs, Anne

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  6. Cute story (wish I had thought of it to get out of class sometimes!)
    But I’m a bit confused. Do you see yourself as orange or other people? If I had to pick, I’d say I’m blue, but I would not have colored other people blue.

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    1. Hi and thank you for your good comments. For myself, I see my own personality as orange in that I am very passionate about whatever things I am doing, and very committed to them. I don’t necessarily see anyone else as orange, but that day and in that very extremely boring and anti-creative class, it just seemed like a good idea to do something different.

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  7. Got here via Jennie’s reblog:

    Okay, so isn’t it more the ‘fault’ of the teacher for leaving little ones alone with scissors at hand to do whatever they fancy? If indeed ‘fault’ needs to be assigned…and then count your blessings no one got stabbed in the process)
    Blunt tips not withstanding, the temptation to cut real hair (or hairy places on human bodies and/or dolls) is a big draw (no pun intended) for little ones…spoken from un-erased personal experience!
    As to which color of the crayon box I’d be?
    I’d pick brick, deep violet, and red orange – gather them together in one hand and color all three at once.

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    1. I hope the first part of my comments to your post reached you. Anyway, I am currently, at age 77 (still young-minded), caught in this world you have written about on your blog. Sometimes I am sad because I have spent my life trying to help others, especially those with physical, developmental, and emotional challenges, and yet in this world, we have not made so much headway. I worked for some 15 years as a substitute for special needs children of all ages and young adults as well. At the end of the Vietnam War, my younger brother and only sibling came home, he was 100% disabled from a brain tumor, a spinal injury, and permanent PTSD. It gave me the heart to work with others who were challenged in some manner as I noted above. I have run a small nonprofit to assist physically challenged fiber artists ( I noted you are one and so am I and have been for a long, long time) for some 10+ years. It is nice to meet you. I like the colors you picked, and I love the idea of coloring with all three at once. I have my big box of crayons, but must get the giant box one of these days soon. Yes, I love experimental types of art and I am also a mixed media artist. You can see some samples of my art on my blog you visited. Thank you kindly.

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      1. All the comments you posted right here are in view. Not sure what other comments you’re meaning, but that’s fine.
        The depth behind your chosen life work is inspiring – even if it came at a great cost to your brother and family…so sad as back then there was no other name for what is recognized as PTSD now-a-days but called ‘shell shock’ which was more of a demeaning term if I remember correctly.
        Just kids…and here we are and it’s still ‘just kids’ – sigh –

        And yet, Anne, know you’ve made a difference!

        Thank you for your reply above…I am now ‘following’

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    1. You too. Oh yes, Jennie is one of my heroes today. I worked with special needs children and young adults for more than 15 years. My younger brother and only sibling came home from Vietnam with 100% disability from a TBI, a spinal injury, and permanent PTSD. It gave me the heart to go on and work with special needs children, and all sorts of people with physical, developmental, and emotional challenges. I like to say challenges instead of disabilities most of the time because disability implies that they have no abilities. I have run a nonprofit for some 10+ years for physically challenged fiber artists. Yes, I really believe in honoring our creativity – all of us, and especially those with disabilities. Most of those have to keep reinventing themselves when they can no longer do their art a certain way, and they do a wonderful job of that too. I am definitely an artist myself and have been for many years, thanks to Joseph’s orange hair! Thank you kindly for stopping by!

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      1. Wow, Anne, that’s incredible. If you’re open to it, I’d love to have a phone conversation with you. I’m doing a series of video interviews for a new group I’m running, Self-Forgiveness and Money. You seem to have an incredible mindset on success toward creating your vision – the purpose is magnificent.

        If you’d be interested in talking more (and exploring what’s possible), email me at Either way, I love what you’re doing and sending you and all involved many blessings.


    1. Wow, Joan, Thank you so kindly! Do I just wait to hear if I am nominated, or am I supposed to do those things now? I admit to being a little dense from too many teachers pulling me down the hall by my hair. I will be glad to do what I need to. I will have to find the logo too. But again, thank you so much! I have never been nominated for anything except the little girl who could take the longest to peel a brown crayon! Chuckles, Anne

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    1. This is so much fun! I had more or less orange hair (well reddish blonde) when I was younger. Now I still do thanks to Lady Clairol!!! Chuckles. Thanks and I love hearing from you.


    1. I am very glad to follow your writing Pete. You are a good writer and it is fun to meet and get to know folks this way. Facebook was OK but you didn’t really get to know people. I have been inspired by so many of the good folks I have met, and it has helped me too to do more writing. You have a good week and I look forward to your next blog post. Don’t be surprised if I am slow sometimes to comment or respond. I have about 700 posts to go through and some other writing, but I do get to it as I can and I enjoy them all very much. You know, this is almost as much fun as the old letter writing. Peace and blessings, Anne

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