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Who am I?

Though we are the highest flying birds today, our origins are certainly much-less glamorous. We formed in Chicago under the name Morgan Athletic Club and called that city home for 61 years (though during World War II, we flew around Pittsburgh, ironically, for a year). We spent some good years in Missouri in the 1960s, '70s and '80s before flying the coop and heading to the desert in 1988.

 

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Who am I?

It took eight years to build me, with construction finally being completed in 1800. I sit on some 18 acres of fenced land and I have hosted many, many famous people through the years.

      I started out quite a bit smaller, but I’ve been added on to many times, especially after some Brits got a little careless with the matches shortly after my completion.

      I now have 132 rooms and three kitchens and love to host parties for all the big-wigs.

 

Who am I?

Who am I?

I'm of Chinese decent, born some 2,000 years ago. Legend has it that a cook discovered my power when he happened to mix charcoal, sulphur and saltpeter together, then heated it all in a bamboo tube. I've certainly evolved over time, first becoming a big hit in Europe before putting on a big show twice a year in the U.S. I may be a tad loud, but I sure am pretty!

 

Who am I?

 

Last weeks answer: Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer

Who am I?

I first found life in 1939, when Chicago-based Montgomery Ward company commissioned an employee, Robert L. May, to create a coloring book to use as Christmas gifts for children who came to its department stores. My story was first printed commercially in 1947 and Gene Autry immortalized me in a song in 1949. To this day, I am one of the biggest TV stars in the world — especially every December.

Who am I?

Last week’s answer: The Christmas Stocking

 

Who Am I?

My history is as clouded as it is long, though I am generally considered to come from 4th Century, where a nobleman, who had squandered his wealth after the death of his wife, had no money to leave a dowry for his three soon-to-be-married daughters. One day, a saintly man from Myra happened to pass through the village and heard of the man’s plight. Knowing the father was too proud to accept money, the man from Myra tossed bags filled with coins through his chimney. Where those bags landed gave birth to my legend.

Who am I?

Last week’s answer: The Poinsettia
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