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Sunday, January 1, 1984

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  1. Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    Not Made for the Fair

    Every year of grade school I built something. Second grade was a papier-mâché earth, cut open to show the layers. Crust, mantle, core — the planet sliced like fruit so you could see what it was made of. I did…

  2. Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    One Railing Off

    It rained most of the weekend, and when we came out onto the overlook the valley was giving itself up to mist. The trees below were half-erased, the far ridge gone soft and white, the whole place breathing through wet…

  3. Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    That Was Our Land

    Every year our parents gave us new boundaries. At five and six we could only go to the end of the driveway. The next year we could go out onto the road, but only in front of the driveway, to…

  4. Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    The Books in His Bedroom

    My father had a massive collection of books from college. At least it felt massive to me then. They lived in his bedroom, which made them different from ordinary household books. They were not simply around, not part of the…

  5. Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    The Bridge to Making

    The bridge has a date, or close to one. I was about eight years old, and two things happened that year that changed the trajectory of everything that followed. I started private art lessons with a man named John Gordon.…

  6. Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    The School of Too Much

    It caught up with me in the Gate House, the first room of the tour, forty-two years after the first time I stood in it. Not a memory, exactly. Memory usually arrives with one small object in its hand: a…