Back when I was around nine or ten I was going to school down on Wall street in the lower end of Lead. We lived on Terryville Ave. which is about as far away as one can get from this school. I went home each day for lunch. It was quite a ways to go so I really had to scurry to get home and back to school. On this particular day, on my way home for lunch, I passed a painter painting a sign board. There wasn’t anything on the sign when I was on my way home, but on the way back to school the sign was more than half covered. I was amazed at how fast the man painted, I ask him, How can you paint so good and so fast. His reply was: I have a magic paint brush. The next question was, Where can I get a magic paint brush? He said they were really hard to find and doubted if I would ever find one. But if I was really interested in painting, he might have some old magic paint that he could let me have.
I had to hurry and get back to school and as I remember, I was a bit late. On the way home again after school was out, the man was still there working. I stopped and ask him more about the magic paint, He said: if I would hurry home and get something to put the paint in and got back before he left, he would give me the paint, Well I ran faster than I had ever ran before, got home and was looking for a container for the paint. Mother emptied a jar of something, washed the jar and handed it to me. About that time my Dad arrived home from work and ask if I had done my chores. I told him I was kinda in a hurry and would do them as soon as I got back. He said No!, the chores had to be done first, then I could go.
Well, I done a little of them and than ran to catch the painter. He was in his truck and ready to leave. But he got out and found the paint and pored some into the little jar for me. I hurried home again and finished doing my chores before my Dad found that I was gone. That night after we had supper and I went to bed, I was restless from thinking about what was I going to paint. A picture for my mother or paint one of my airplane so it would fly, what was I going to do? The next morning I was up early and out the door before Mom even knew I was gone.
I had a time finding a paint brush and the one I found was too large, I could hardly hold onto it. It wouldn’t even fit into the little jar. But one of the people that I had asked, came up with a small brush that I could use. I could not find any paper , so I couldn’t paint a picture. If I was to use the paint for an airplane, that wouldn’t be right. I was setting by the fence and thinking, why not paint a invisible door in this fence that only I knew about. I could hide there when someone was chasing me. Well, I painted until the paint was all used up and time passed while I was waiting to use the door. That day arrived and I ran to use my secret door, but the paint had worn off and the door could not be found. I search for it many times but never found it. I figured the paint must have been too old and it didn’t work…..or was it vanishing paint?
Ben R. Bauer
Sept. 2007
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I had to hurry and get back to school and as I remember, I was a bit late. On the way home again after school was out, the man was still there working. I stopped and ask him more about the magic paint, He said: if I would hurry home and get something to put the paint in and got back before he left, he would give me the paint, Well I ran faster than I had ever ran before, got home and was looking for a container for the paint. Mother emptied a jar of something, washed the jar and handed it to me. About that time my Dad arrived home from work and ask if I had done my chores. I told him I was kinda in a hurry and would do them as soon as I got back. He said No!, the chores had to be done first, then I could go.
Well, I done a little of them and than ran to catch the painter. He was in his truck and ready to leave. But he got out and found the paint and pored some into the little jar for me. I hurried home again and finished doing my chores before my Dad found that I was gone. That night after we had supper and I went to bed, I was restless from thinking about what was I going to paint. A picture for my mother or paint one of my airplane so it would fly, what was I going to do? The next morning I was up early and out the door before Mom even knew I was gone.
I had a time finding a paint brush and the one I found was too large, I could hardly hold onto it. It wouldn’t even fit into the little jar. But one of the people that I had asked, came up with a small brush that I could use. I could not find any paper , so I couldn’t paint a picture. If I was to use the paint for an airplane, that wouldn’t be right. I was setting by the fence and thinking, why not paint a invisible door in this fence that only I knew about. I could hide there when someone was chasing me. Well, I painted until the paint was all used up and time passed while I was waiting to use the door. That day arrived and I ran to use my secret door, but the paint had worn off and the door could not be found. I search for it many times but never found it. I figured the paint must have been too old and it didn’t work…..or was it vanishing paint?
Ben R. Bauer
Sept. 2007
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