Genealogists and family historians get a lot of satisfaction from chasing their ancestors’ stories. Finding a diary, a message on a postcard, or a photo with a name attached is like the sun coming out after a storm. One day we will be somebody’s ancestor. We need to leave our descendants a little bit of sunshine too. So here is my story told alphabetically, not chronologically: Growing Up in Cradock.
is for Games.
For someone who had so many potential playmates in the neighborhood, I was just as content playing alone. I would play Solitaire until I won. If I won too soon, I would go ahead and play again.
Pick-up Sticks is actually a competitive game. Momma would sometimes sit and play with me, but if she were busy, I challenged myself. It’s a simple game, but critical thinking and hand-eye coordination were crucial to success. Trying to pick up a stick without moving any of the others was just as much fun alone as with a competitor.
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Learning to entertain myself was certainly a benefit of growing up in the 1960s. I am still content to be alone never at a loss for something to do. My new game? Find the Ancestor.
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