The comments today require an "official" response, which I am more than pleased to provide.
Wow, Linda...kind words from an avid reader of all genres, and as such are particularly appreciated. When not much is going on here, I have to reach father afield to come up with something...anything...that might possibly be of interest. Thanks for hanging with me.
Kathryn: I hesitated to mention "Hell," which I have played countless hours with my mother, my sister, my Kids, my nephews and nieces from time immemorial. A particular memory regarding this card game of double solitaire involves our moving into a new house in an upscale neighborhood when I was in my early teens. Our next-door neighbor had a maid, for crying out loud, and the mother wore matched sweater sets and nylons (those came before pantyhose) and a string of pearls...every day. It was summer and all our windows were open, and Mother and I played Hell. For those not familiar with the game, it is played very fast, and the first one to use all their cards is required to yell (and I do mean yell), "HELL!" My mother was not surprised that she and Mrs. Woolston never became friends. I'm sure Mrs. Woolston played bridge; Mother played poker. We played Hell.
My how our lives in the San Gabriel Valley had some parallels...only my folks did not move into an upscale neighborhood until well into their "empty-nest-hood," and they never lived next door to Donna Reed or June Cleaver.
ReplyDeleteFun to have an Addendum...thanks!