When we were kids, our family was so frugal . . .
Cue chorus: “How frugal were you?”
We were so frugal, we only had two decks of cards.
At least, that’s how I remember it. They were the classic Bicycle cards, in the original cardboard boxes, which were kept in the top drawer of the china cabinet. They served us kids for countless games of Hearts and Old Maid, both of which left me with a lasting suspicion of the Queen of Spades. The grownups sometimes played Hearts, too, or poker for small change. (Side note to the unwary: keep your wits about you if you ever play poker with my mother.)
We played plenty of games of solitaire as well, which in my experience is a great way for a kid to learn the value of integrity. It may be easy to cheat when you’re the only one playing, but cheating takes all the fun out of winning. The biggest challenge with solitaire was to play a complete game without a sister looking over your shoulder to point out that you could have played that red seven on that black eight.
But no matter who was playing with them, when the games were over, the cards were put back into the boxes and back into the china cabinet. Those decks survived intact, jokers and all, for years. For all I know, the cards in the drawer today are the very same ones.
Another game that’s still in that drawer is the much-used Scrabble set. The box has been held together by a big rubber band for years now, but all the tiles are still there. Possibly because, a long time ago, my mother made a handy little drawstring bag to keep them in.
I’m not sure what my point is here; I certainly don’t want this to be a rant about how kids these days don’t know the value of things, blah, blah, blah. But I am a bit embarrassed to consider how many decks of cards I bought for my kids over the years. True, it was a different time. Cards were cheap, an impulse buy before a road trip or a little gift to drop into a Christmas stocking. But they never lasted long. First the jokers vanished, and then a stray ace or a six got lost, and pretty soon the rest went into the trash because you can’t play games when you’re a few cards short of a full deck.
It is true that the more stuff we have, the harder it is to keep track of it. Which sounds like a very good excuse for being the cheap grandma who doesn’t buy the grandkids a lot of toys.
But at least my Scrabble set, which came with its own bag, still has all the tiles.
One of my good memories is the hours Frank’s sister Lucille and I spent playing Skipbo when we got together. She used to come every summer to see us, and every so often we were at her house in California. Now her health prevents her from coming here, and we don’t board planes as much as we used either…..so….old age takes it’s toll. I miss her, very much and the Skipbo deck lies unused. Ginny
As kids we used to play a game called 7 Up, where you started by playing sevens and then filled out each suit. I remember it as being fun, but I tried to teach it to my granddaughters a couple of years ago and realized I didn’t remember the rules. I guess I could have made something up.