Follow the Yellow Brick Road
/I was fortunate enough two years ago to receive
except Dorothy herself. This gift was the result of a string of events involving the town of Chittenango (where Frank L. Baum, author of
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
, was born and raised), harsh North Country winters, and two dear friends of mine, Walter and Sunny.
You can read the full story by
.
So what's a girl to do with 50 pounds of bricks with such an illustrious history? Find a place to inlay them, of course. Enter
which in its former incarnation housed animals and utilized a gutter in the floor that nowadays has simply laid empty in such a way as to create a bit of a hazard for the inattentive wanderer in our gallery space.
It's a perfect trough to lay in some gold bricks; so that's what we did. All it took was a few bags of concrete mix, a little water, and some elbow grease.
Now, all visitors to our gallery space can walk on the same golden bricks the Scarecrow, Cowardly Lion, Tin Man, and oodles of Munchkins have danced, walked, and skipped on. A little magic, right here in Redwood.
