...but I know where the bathroom is.
The kids and I went to Moon Marble in Bonner Springs last weekend. I've had it on our list for four years now... since we moved to eastern Kansas. I was eager to see the marble making demonstration and had heard a number of people talk about all the great games and toys found in the tiny little store so near the railroad tracks that the entire building shakes whenever a train passes by.
So we went there... and we marveled. Just the buckets and buckets of marbles (though machine made) were enough for hours of entertainment for me. So many pretty colors and patterns. They also had games and toys, as promised. I found one of those old baby bottles that looks like it's full of orange juice. When you tip it up, the orange juice disappears. I had one EXACTLY like it when I was a kid.
It wasn't until we passed the bathroom that I realized I had been there before. It's true... my memories of Moon Marble weren't set aflicker until I'd viewed the commode. Further proof of my warp-ed-ness.
The memory is incomplete, however. I've been sending out queries. Uncle Vern, did you take me to Moon Marble when I was a kid? BFF's Mom, did you take me to Moon Marble when I was a kid? I'll have a talk with my dad when he comes for my birthday. Somehow, my feeling is that he wasn't there... or if he was, he was part of a much bigger group.
Making marbles... neat to watch. It was kind of funny that our group (homeschoolers) didn't understand the signficance of number 2 pencils when the marble maker was discussing the graphite holders he uses to smooth and round the marbles when they are hot.
Another shot of machine made marbles:
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