Popular answers: “Do not enter.” “Dead end.” “Stop.”
Sadly rare answer: “Slow children playing.”
Continue readingPopular answers: “Do not enter.” “Dead end.” “Stop.”
Sadly rare answer: “Slow children playing.”
Continue readingThanks to growing up in North Dakota — where nobody got rid of perfectly-good appliances until they stopped working, exploded, caught fire or got skunked by an actual skunk — I am very familiar with Avocado and Harvest (called “Harvest Gold”* in my neck of the woods). On the other hand, I only have fleeting memories of Woodhue, Frost White and Mist Blue after seeing them here, and the latter two mostly just remind me of those long-expired pastel mints that elderly relatives always had somewhere in their house in a decorative glass container. [shudder]
*I have been informed that Harvest Gold is darker than simply Harvest, but still lighter than the infamous Harvest Black.
Continue readingAfter years and years of research, I have finally found the one person who best epitomizes North Dakotans for the outside world.
It’s not Lawrence Welk, Josh Duhamel (Sorry, ladies.), Shadoe Stevens, Leslie Bibb (Call me!) or Angie Dickinson. Rather, it’s Father Aloysius Bittman of Mandaree, North Dakota, who was featured in a 1969 print ad for Volkswagen.
Don’t believe me? See for yourself.
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