Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Fifteen for Two
Whenever my grandmother's brother, Howard, and family ventured down, summers, from Prince Edward Island (PEI), two things were a given. There would be loud dancing on the linoleumed kitchen floor to fiddle music and boisterous cribbage games long into the night. When I was about 10, my grandfather taught me the basics of the game, and we played many 'open' hands, as he attempted to teach the 'counting' of the cards. While in IA class at Lincoln Junior High School, I made a cribbage board, along with the guidance of teacher, Willis Hancock. Later, working at Evergreen Cemetery to earn college tuition, lunch breaks were filled with games of cribbage with the old-timers. I sat, watched and asked questions. I really learned and played the game there and got quite good. Many days, I played and played and never opened and ate lunch. The game is captivating to say the least.
Alas, I haven't taken to the board in years, but...
I plan a return 'visit' to the game this summer.
I hear there are very cool 'free' cribbage apps for my phone too.
Got a great traditional board also, at the ready.
Set to play... well, relearn.
Now, don't get me going on Hearts.