Here we are, a rainy chilly fall night. And tonight, I am sitting here thinking about playing cards. Strange, I know, but that's what's on my mind. I use to love playing cards. It was such a part of my growing up. These days, I hardly ever play, even though I have close to 50 decks of cards.
Growing up, there were many wonderful memories for me surrounding a game of cards. My parents belonged to several bridge clubs when I was young. I have been told that during one of those games, I must have been 2 or 3, that I wanted to say goodnight to everyone. Mom would try to take me back to my room and I would stop and yell goodnight to someone...until everyone was covered. Of course, i'm sure that Mom was feeding me the names, but it's still a fun story.
There were also numerous games of bridge with the Goodsons...our neighbors across the street. One or two times a month, they would come over on a Saturday night and play bridge with Mom and Dad. Early on, my job was to empty the ashtrays on the table. Only Mom and Mr. Goodson smoked, but for me it was an important responsibility.
And Gin. Not the alcohol but the game. Many, many a night I spent playing Gin with Grandmother in her living room. I would set up the card table and we would spend hours playing cards. Keeping score in one of those wire ringed notebooks. We played the version that involved having 10 cards per player. I have since learned that there are many versions of Gin and Gin Rummy. Still, those are precious memories.
And today, my decks of cards sit in my buffet, unused. And they're vintage, too. I need to find some people to have over and set up the card table to play some cards. I am adaptable to learning new games and reliving old ones. We played Spades, Hearts, Spite & Malice, Go Fish. I'm open. I just remember how wonderful it was to sit around the table and play cards. People often told the best stories around that table. Ah, well.
Until I can find someone to play cards with, I will have to settle for playing Solitaire. If you're interested to playing a few hands, just let me know. Until then, it'll just be me and the 52.
Cheers.
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