tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539289124418033397.post8763058518056042274..comments2023-10-30T02:34:05.398-07:00Comments on The View From Farview Farm: Story TimeBohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06082327341507554187noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539289124418033397.post-73915915803433273072010-10-13T16:19:59.470-07:002010-10-13T16:19:59.470-07:00I envy your card-playing holidays, as I can't ...I envy your card-playing holidays, as I can't get anyone to play anything! I remember my folks playing "Hell" with my aunt and uncle, and that was the most raucous of their card games. They each dealt themselves a hand of old-fashioned solitaire, but all the Aces went in the center and everyone played on every ace...and they didn't slam the tiles down, but I do think it required some slamming of cards down in order to be the first...and the fastest. I think my Uncle Don almost always won, and it was always good-natured. My mom taught me cribbage and gin, and her grandmother taught me canasta, "the card-craze boom of the 50's"...in the 50's!! I hadn't played in eons until I moved to Ohio, where "company and cards" went hand in hand, and I fit right in. My folks also played lots of bridge and threatened to teach me but that never came about, and yet I did learn (a bit) in Ohio. Now I pride myself on being a card player who loves a bit of a challenge and strategy, but OMG, that game was beyond me! However I was learning by playing, and with others who had been playing for a while, and it was the bidding and the stealth bidding signals that I couldn't master. And then, when trying to learn AND play at the same time...my brain kind of zoned out with the stress of it all. Needless to say, that's not on my list of entertaining ways to spend an evening.<br /><br />So...you had the Hatches, and once we had the Marks. They were new in town and our moms were both part of the brownie troup, so the Marks came over for bridge once and brought their 2 daughters. I think Elaine and I were about 8 and there was an older sister, but what I remember is that...THEY DIDN'T MAKE US GO TO BED...AND...when I thought the footsteps I heard were coming to tell us to get ready for bed, they weren't...THEY WERE BRINGING US ICE CREAM IN THE BRIGHTLY COLORED ALUMINUM BOWLS (that had brightly colored aluminum tumblers to go with them.) Ah, Bo...thanks for the walk down memory lane, and Linda...what a nice thing to say - and I agree!!! (I've recently learned "trump" which is a form of "spades" I think, and it is fun, but doesn't hold a candle to Texas Hold'em!)Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06404982692347100269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539289124418033397.post-41349044917741203322010-10-13T08:55:24.841-07:002010-10-13T08:55:24.841-07:00Your posts have been particularly lyrical this wee...Your posts have been particularly lyrical this week and wide ranging. You've woven time, topography and communication into a tapestry that would grace any home. Lovely.Linda Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05833867915253784064noreply@blogger.com