I recollect and reflect.
Those were the days! We dug cone shaped holes in the soil and aimed for them. On of my friends seemed to have a double jointed thumb that helped him flick his marbles in remarkable ways with added spin.
Thanks for the memory.
There were no concrete or other types of sidewalks where I grew up in the west end of Ottawa, from 45 to 55, and that was in the 1900, not 1800.
I remember playing marbles but remember best, the joy of collecting them.
We still have some in our Chinese checker board at the cottage.
I've rarely won against my wife, but as when I was much younger, I still get a kick out of holding them.
I must have been a pearl diver in some past life.
Those were the days! We dug cone shaped holes in the soil and aimed for them. On of my friends seemed to have a double jointed thumb that helped him flick his marbles in remarkable ways with added spin.
Thanks for the memory.
There were no concrete or other types of sidewalks where I grew up in the west end of Ottawa, from 45 to 55, and that was in the 1900, not 1800.
I remember playing marbles but remember best, the joy of collecting them.
We still have some in our Chinese checker board at the cottage.
I've rarely won against my wife, but as when I was much younger, I still get a kick out of holding them.
I must have been a pearl diver in some past life.