Z is for ZOOM. In the 1970s, Zoom was a place I wanted to be. Although I lived in Canada, a transmitter relayed the wonder of WGBH-Boston to my television set via Spokane’s PBS station. I didn’t know where Boston was, except as the home of ZOOM, where kids my age made things. This is the essence of what captivated me: making. ZOOM kids encouraged the audience to write them letters, and the address was incorporated into the show with such rhythm, that I had it memorized.
As an adult, I found a copy of Do a ZOOMdo at a thrift store, and all the ZOOM goodness was mine for a dollar. The pages are saturated with color, and instructions for many of the projects I watched raptly at age 8 or 9. I kept it on the shelf in reserve, just happy it was there. I picked it up to write this post, and yes, the most memorable project is there: Stained Glass Cookies.
Two details imprinted themselves. One was the sour ball candy, and how the kids crushed them and filled in the cookie dough frames. The other was how baking transformed what was crushed into translucent color. It is no surprise I married a man who eventually became a stained glass artist. . .
Bonus: Bernadette Yao’s Butterfly Arms(if you watched ZOOM you know what I’m talking about.) Also, the ZOOM logo has some fine orange in it for Orange Tuesday.