Game in progress
My husband up for his turn of golf this particular year. My grandfather sits in the background enjoying himself as usual during these fun family gatherings.
Secretly my grandparents would spend the entire year previous to these gatherings building, making and buying small gifts to wrap as the "winners" took home a prize that night. My grandfather built bird feeders, wishing well planters, jewelery boxes and all sorts of lovely heritage value items, while my grandmother knit, crocheted and gathered small sweet items for either a male or female which was always labeled lovingly on the top of the package.
The evening always traditionally concluded with the same game year after year though, a wonderfully competitive and most intense few rounds of Bingo! We had one row winners, four corners, two lines, L's, but most of all everyone hoped to be the winner of the full card black out at the very end because the prize was (traditionally) a five dollar bill. Even as adults with our own young families, we all loved the idea of winning five dollars, always so funny and a great way to end the night with so much laughter from the "number caller of the night". That person always announced 66 as 66 clickety-clicks, to which we all echoed. We all hold such fond and dear memories from all those gatherings and remember them with love for our grandparents, game players extraordinaire!
Always a player ready to gather round
In our own family, we continue this tradition, on purpose. Oh yes. And - on purpose for sure. Not having our own game in our family many years ago, one son who loved to play it so often was given ours for a gift one Christmas. We still have the original box from over twenty years ago and the game sits in it most of the year until Christmas....though we break tradition with this one when we bring it out at other times (wink).
And yes, we still have the game in our home because when we moved east, our son never came to fetch it to bring it to his home, so he and his wife still play rounds of it at our home when we are together. Thanks son for not making me send it back to you....yet anyway. (smile)
This Christmas we followed tradition (of course) by pulling out our big wooden game of crokinole once again, something that must grace the main coffee table in the home all throughout the Christmas season for hours of spontaneous play by anyone wanting to challenge another. It's just a must in our home to do that. Most of all this game was not forgotten this year thanks to finding it easily on its own in that original box and not "lost" in a box somewhere downstairs.
Our older son (who this game truly belongs to) saw a few photos I snapped of my gather instructing the younger children on strategy plays and tips with them made a comment which has stuck somehow, a compliment to him for his patience with all his own children, the spouses and the many grandchildren who have come along the way.
The master teacher at work teaching the young ones