“Storybook Gardens has run its course. What kids know about these characters? Jack and the Bean Stalk, maybe, or Humpty Dumpty. We’re at a new generation now”: in the Wisconsin Dells, Storybook Gardens is no more.
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Michael Leddy “Orange Crate Art” is a song by Van Dyke Parks and the title of a 1995 album by Van Dyke Parks and Brian Wilson. “Orange Crate Art” is for me one of the great American songs: “Orange crate art was a place to start.”
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We had been planning to take our 3 and 4 year old grand-children to Storybook Gardens this year. I didn't know it was closed. I was truly in tears when we pulled up to the silly looking big ball that is now in the place of the magic that was Storybook Gardens. This is truly a loss.
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