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SHS - GAMES WE PLAYED:
From: "Victoria Bales" <vicbales@cyberhighway.net>
Subject: Re: Marbles
Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 20:08:44 -0600
I remember the marble tournaments in Monarch, Wyo. And the winners would go to Sheridan to play in the tournaments. The girls got to play marbles all year with them, but the girls weren't allowed to play in
the 'real' tournaments. I was always so envious! Had my own bag of marbles and everything!
Victoria Pratt Bales 1956
http://www.victoriabalescreations.com
Clara Lehman wrote:
Does anyone remember playing Mumblety Peg? I learned the game from my dad. I'm not sure how to spell it - but we
played it with a pocket knife. You stood the blade on your hand and flipped it to the ground. If it stuck, point down, in the ground you got to continue. Then you flipped it from your wrist, your elbow, your
shoulder, your knee, etc., going as far as you could. If it did not stick in the ground, you lost your turn. The winner was the one who successfully flipped it from the most places. Guess kids can't do that now
since they can't take their knives to school. What a change. Probably the worst thing we ever did with ours was carve our initials in some inappropriate place. How about Hopscotch? Jacks were always a favorite- putting
pigs in the pen, over the fence, etc. Where all did we put them? Also jump rope- Double Dutch, Double French. Trying to get a good heavy rope when our old one wore out.Who can remember some of the ditties we chanted as
we jumped?
Weldon V Brouillette wrote:
I remember Mumbley Peg both ways and don't think they were called by different names either. Speaking of carved initials: When I was in the 6th
grade there was a vacant lot on the corner of Heald where you turned onto Big Horn Avenue. The next
house (Crutchfield's I think) had a Silver Maple on the curbside of the sidewalk between the lots. Waaaaay up in the
top of that tree (if it is still there) are carved the initials BB (with a cupid's heart) and MM. Margie Montmorency's husband, Gary Kaiser , about fell off his chair laughing when I told him about it at a class reunion
a few years ago. As I remember, "Old Man Crutchfield" got a little testy about kids carving his tree. Re: "We had a game we used to enjoy in high school. We'd go park out in the boonies and watch the
submarine races. We were never participants in the actual race, just occasonal observers." Heights Reservoir, right? Somebody told me that. Bing
Clara adds re mumblety-peg:
I looked in the dictionary to find out for sure how to spell mumblety-peg and found it like that, or mumble-the-peg. I thought you might be
interested in the comments and definition as well. Quote:[from the phrase
mumble the peg : from the loser's originally having to pull out with his teeth a peg driven in the ground]: a game in which the players try to flip a knife from various positions so that
the blade will stick into the ground. Ginny Core wrote in a note to
Clara:
I had to send this privately...I tried to start all that when I was teaching school, and it bombed. The marbles probably would have gone over but the kids were such bad sports that it caused too much trouble. And then I ordered ropes so they could learn to jump rope. I taught them how to turn Double Dutch. I ran and jumped in to show them how to do it, and alas...the age thing, I wet my pants!
Ginny Clara Lehman wrote:
I'm LOL. C'mon, Let me forward this one!
Ginny replied: o.k.
[ Ed Note: See what a tiny o.k. she sent?
Ginny Core
later wrote:
When I was on staff as Speech Therapist for the Wyo Easter Seal Society Crippled Children's Camp (above Lander) we had "K-nock K-need K-new Hunts". Those little kids would be all over the
woods trying to find the little critters. We gave them flashlights and paper sacks and promised we would have them with our eggs in the morning. Every one to a child would 'see' them but they all 'got away'!
I can remember Harriet Wilson warned me about that when I was a freshman. (She was my big sister).
Mary Alice Wright Gunderson wrote:
Jump rope rhymes: Cinderella, Teddy Bear, more
that I'll think of...Cinderella dressed in yella went upstairs to see her fella. How many kisses did she give him?
( jump and count, high as you can.) Other, longer versions were used, also. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
turn around. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, touch the ground. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, show your shoe . Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, that will do. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, touch the ground. Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, get outta
town!...many variations on this one. Spanish Lady was another...the brain needs time to think back and back.
Milt Cunningham,1941 wrote:Dead Man's Gulch. A friend of mine and I had thebest
hideout there. We found a sort of depression, a little cave a few feet deep in the bank, but it was totally out of sight covered by thick plum bushes. We worked with the bushes so that part of them were a little loose;
we could pull them aside, crawl in, and pull them back over the opening.
Weldon V Brouillette
wrote: And, of magpies--Some of us use to "harvest" many of those in another draw in Sheridan. Platt Hall use to pay us a nickel per pair of legs as I
recall. I think Platt Hall was one of many
"agents" who was paying out the bounty money for Wyoming Game & Fish. I can remember of riding bicycles way out Prarie Dog Creek with Bill Helms and 22's to help rid the county of the dirty little nest
robbers because they created so much havoc with the game bird population. I think the bounty probably
helped up to about break even on the 22 cartridges.
My, how times have changed. Today the scavangers are on the
protected list as"songbirds". What a crock!
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