Today the one word blog carnival over on Peter Pollock's blog is about games. I like games. When I was growing up, my parents, grandma, uncles, and cousins played cards when we got together. My favorites were Crazy Eights and Gin Rummy. We used to play for points, lowest points win. I can still see my cousin Diane's young face over my shoulder helping me keep score. I didn't mind keeping score, though I would have balked at having to do half that amount of math work for homework! Even if you weren't score keeper, you had to add your own hand, and yes, people were watching. In Crazy Eights, eights (the free card for changing suits) and twos ("pick up two!") were worth more than their face value. In our variation of the game, an eight was worth sixty-four points. I forgot how much a two was worth, but it was more than itself squared, though still less than sixty four. I remember eights being the worse thing to get stuck with in the end. They were great to have in the beginning when dealt, but not so great if you were holding them when someone else won.
I suppose I should say something spiritual here, perhaps suggesting that we are eights because we are worth so much more than our "face value" to God, or that finishing the game with a special card still in hand is not a life well lived, or something like that. But I'm not. I'm just going to enjoy remembering the laughter of my parents and grandmother, and the smiling youthful faces of my cousins. Or is that the other way around? Maybe I should invite what's left of the family over for a game of Crazy Eights, so that we all can share the memory.
What about you? What are the games you remember bonding over? Care to share any memories with us?