Remember playing that game, as a child, to decide which choice to make? Or whose turn it would be, next.
Eeny Meeny Miney Moe. A Scottish friend used to play One Potato, two potato, with her sons. I had never heard of that one, until I met her. We also used to say Ink pink, pen & ink, etc. when we were at school.
Games children play, come & go over the years. I was around 10 or 11 when Hula Hoops first burst onto the market. What a huge craze they created. Everyone wanted one, & hours would be spent, out on the lawn in my case, trying to get that damn hoop to remain up around my waist for more than one or two rounds. Once mastered it was a matter of timing & balance. Do they still make them?
I remember knuckle bones, -which I think may be called 'Jacks'? in some countries. The first ones I ever met were the sheep knuckle bones. Real bones from real sheep knuckles. It seemed grim somehow, & then some enterprising toy maker thought to make them in plastic & there were metal ones too, which could be a little harsh on skinny little knuckles.
Marbles were also 'big' when I was in the Primary classes. What lovely colours they were! There were glass marbles, with lovely coloured centres, in very bright colours. Or the solid milky glass, with variegated colours. Then came the plastic marbles in all sorts of colours that looked rather like the shavings from pencil sharpenings, or little confetti bits. I loved all the colours. They were, of course, currency, & the games played were deadly serious, & woe betide anyone who welched on paying out after a loss. It was a lynching matter!!
I had a little dark haired boy friend, & he used to sit next to me on the mat. He would save his prettiest marbles for me, & give them to me, as we sat on the mat, waiting for story time. His name was Donald Kelly, & he had a wild Irish look to his rugged dark haired little face. He had a fierce older brother who had hair aflame, & piercing blue eyes, that frightened the life out of me. He also had a dark haired, dreamy sister, & another red haired brother. They were notorious for being 'tough'. Donald was never other than gentle & kind to me, & I just adored him at 7 years of age.
I never used the marbles I had for currency. I was no match for the boys or the girls, who played to win. I just loved the colours, & the form.
I still had Dark Donald's marbles for many years, tucked away in a little wooden box of old treasures. I have my old leather satchel from my last days at School. I have kept it all these years, & use it to store old papers, & small treasures. Once Gom asked my why there were two marbles in the box in the bottom of the satchel. They were Donald's gifts from long ago. I dont have them now, I suppose my kids got hold of them & lost them.
One thing I do have in the little box in the satchel, is a perfect tooth. It was knocked out of Gom's jaw, -who was Happy Young Publican Husband, then- by a flying cricket ball, that hit him fair in the mouth. The only reason I have it, is because he went back & found it, in the grass, & threatened to have it made into a pendant/necklace. I was so appalled I hid it from him, so he couldn't do anything so grotesque.
A trip to the hospital on the Sunday, it happened, resulted in permanent damage, because they didnt replace the tooth, or repair the damage. HYPH had to have his bottom teeth all removed 2 weeks later.
Our 'baby' was 6 months old when that happened. She will be 38 on Sunday. Sometimes it seems that can't be possible. Where the hell have all the years gone!
My beloved Nephew is 28 years old today. Happy Birthday, you big, lovely, man!
In the laps of my brain, I have been feeling little ripple shock waves.
I dont like to 'whine'- in fact, I am not. A biospy I had done, did not yield the result either I or the Doctor expected.The result was not cancer, but the type was one which apparently does turn cancerous. How curious. It was just vanity that prompted me to want it removed. Even the Doctor agreed, it was harmless. We were both surprised by the result. It is gone now, so good riddance. There is another curious factor, so that remains to be investigated, & of course, I keep wondering about it.
For some weird reason I have hives. Who, knows what that is about. I suppose I have to return to see about that, before I claw all the skin off patches of me!! Yes, I have creams, I have taken medication. Now it is elimination I suppose to try to find out what the trigger is. I am sick of being a "sicketty", as we used to say!! I think the answer is more laughter, ...that is what I need!
tooth gnashing, groaning lame, humour laughter, we watched 'Evan Almighty' today. All I can say is, if you are looking for laughs....good luck. Just not my type of humour.
The secret life of your body! When we are young we take so much for granted. We are mainly, totally unaware of it all, just carry on living & working, playing. It is a surprise to find aches & pains. Like most humans, I believed, it is 'never going to happen to us'.
Why Oh Why !!!?!! Why Do We Have To Have Cricket!!!??!! It is an abomination!!
This lame excuse for a post is why I haven't - ...
Ottmar Liebert, Temple Dawn, ultravivid clouds. For Bluemountains Mary.