I think it was last Christmas, my then 23-year-old daughter posed the question, "So what color is Parson Brown?"
"What???" was my response.
"You know . . . 'In the meadow, we can build a snowman, and pretend that he is 'parson brown.' . . . who would want any kind of a brown snowman, anyway?"
Realizing that we'd brought up our daughter in the "Presbyterian" tradition - she at 23 didn't know the term "Parson." But she'd grown up with a 64-color palette, and figured this must just be one shade of brown she hadn't yet heard of!