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100Chall - random thing #3 - summer games
Jun. 24th, 2012 12:09 amTook my copy of Sorry! over to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maybedeadcat's tonight and we played a game with his daughter. He pointed out that my game was so old the cards were not "gender neutral" in their language, referring to each game piece as "your man" and not "pawn". Wonder if it's worth anything?
I used to spend summers playing card games and board games with my grandma and my aunt. When we played SORRY! I had a habit of whacking her piece across the board anytime I landed on a slide tile and then saying "SORRY!". She would say "yeah, you're gonna be sorry!" -- the games got pretty intense.
Our other big summer activity was Progressive Rummy. We would play this for HOURS! It's a card game with 7 different hands, each building on each other. You have to have a certain thing to play before you can do anything else:
First hand - 2 sets of 3 of a kind
Second - one set of 3 and one run of 4 (run must be all same suit)
Third - 2 runs of 4 (all same suit)
Fourth - 3 sets of 3 of a kind
Fifth - 2 set of 3, 1 run of 4
Sixth - 1 set of 3, 2 runs of 4
Seven - 1 run of 7, 2 sets of 3
The last hand got pretty ridiculous. My mom actually made us card holders because you ended up having SO MANY CARDS in your hand for the last round since it took forever to build hand.
You would track the score for each hand. Like golf, the less points you had the better. Winner went out first so they had zero. Then you added up all the cards. 2s were wild so they were the worst, like 20 points.
I have many fond memories of sitting around their dining room table, playing this card game. They were my Dad's parents and sister, lived in Florida for the first chunk of my life, then moved back to Michigan, then to Maryland. For some reason, they let me swear a little bit when I was at their house (and my parents were not around). This was, like, the special thing about going to their house, I could swear a little bit (mostly just "SHIT!" but when you're 10, that's pretty crazy!). So anytime I would lose a game or a hand, I'd say "oh shit!" along with my aunt and grandma LOL. Yeah, I was a WILD CHILD!
maybedeadcat's tonight and we played a game with his daughter. He pointed out that my game was so old the cards were not "gender neutral" in their language, referring to each game piece as "your man" and not "pawn". Wonder if it's worth anything?I used to spend summers playing card games and board games with my grandma and my aunt. When we played SORRY! I had a habit of whacking her piece across the board anytime I landed on a slide tile and then saying "SORRY!". She would say "yeah, you're gonna be sorry!" -- the games got pretty intense.
Our other big summer activity was Progressive Rummy. We would play this for HOURS! It's a card game with 7 different hands, each building on each other. You have to have a certain thing to play before you can do anything else:
First hand - 2 sets of 3 of a kind
Second - one set of 3 and one run of 4 (run must be all same suit)
Third - 2 runs of 4 (all same suit)
Fourth - 3 sets of 3 of a kind
Fifth - 2 set of 3, 1 run of 4
Sixth - 1 set of 3, 2 runs of 4
Seven - 1 run of 7, 2 sets of 3
The last hand got pretty ridiculous. My mom actually made us card holders because you ended up having SO MANY CARDS in your hand for the last round since it took forever to build hand.
You would track the score for each hand. Like golf, the less points you had the better. Winner went out first so they had zero. Then you added up all the cards. 2s were wild so they were the worst, like 20 points.
I have many fond memories of sitting around their dining room table, playing this card game. They were my Dad's parents and sister, lived in Florida for the first chunk of my life, then moved back to Michigan, then to Maryland. For some reason, they let me swear a little bit when I was at their house (and my parents were not around). This was, like, the special thing about going to their house, I could swear a little bit (mostly just "SHIT!" but when you're 10, that's pretty crazy!). So anytime I would lose a game or a hand, I'd say "oh shit!" along with my aunt and grandma LOL. Yeah, I was a WILD CHILD!
