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LJ Idol week 17: open topic
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Growing up it was Mom who did most of the hands on parenting. She taught us our table manners, to say please and thank you, to count to ten and the alphabet, to not kick each other when we were angry. Dad was mostly a silent presence. But Dad taught me how to play cribbage.

 

One of the few memories I still have of my Great-Grandpa T is watching he and my dad play cribbage together. I must have been around six years old. I remember the rhythm of the game, and how every time I thought I had it figured out they would switch from the ‘play’ to the ‘show’ and I’d have to catch up again. Dad also played cribbage with his dad, my Grandpa M. Their games were more competitive, but also more conversational. The rules and tactics they used were ingrained, it was a rare thing if they had to think a long time about what to throw into a crib. There was a little poem that Grandpa used every time his hand counted out to four points on fifteens (which is common).

 

Fifteen-two

Fifteen-four

That’s all there is

And there ain’t no more.

 

It made me laugh every time. Finally I was old enough to start learning the game myself.

 

I was so bad at it when we started. If you’ve ever played cribbage you know that there are several different things going on at the same time. You stare at the six cards you’re dealt trying to keep points in your hand for the show, trying to decide which two to throw into the ‘crib’ (and those strategies changed drastically if the crib was yours or your opponents), and hopefully keeping some cards that would help you peg a few points in the play section. It’s a lot to keep track of. The scoring is based off having cards that total up to fifteen, pairs, runs, flushes, and occasionally the right jack. We played a lot of games with the cards face up, Dad helping me figure out what my best moves would be, and showing me points I had in my hand that I had missed. Sometimes we only played a few hands, instead of all the way to the end of the board at 121 points.

 

Eventually I got good enough that all games were played with the cards face down. I would still occasionally ask Dad what he would have done with my hand, pulling my original cards back together after we had finished counting the show. But mostly I trusted my instincts and played.  Soon enough Dad decided that it was time to start playing by ‘grown up’ rules.

 

The grown up rules weren’t really any different, they just removed the net. When points were counted if you missed anything in your hand or play that your opponent saw, they got the points instead of you. I had to learn ‘nobs’ for myself, instead of waiting for someone else to point it out. And we started playing for money. Never anything drastic, the standard family stakes are 25 cents a game or 50 cents a ‘skunk’ (if you’re beaten by more than 30 points).   But now the games had a little extra weight. I still loved to play, and I took it very seriously. After all you have to pay attention if you want to win.

 

One summer when I was in high school Dad and I decided to have an ongoing tournament. We kept track of all the wins and losses, but the payout would only happen once I went back to school. We played a lot of games that summer, chatting our way through “fifteen-twos” and “fifteen-fours”. I had a nearly perfect hand once (my jack was the wrong suit) and we both celebrated my luck. I got skunked a few times, and finally managed to skunk Dad for the first time. I gloated for the rest of the day. As the games rolled on the total owed was never more than a few dollars, and we took turns on the losing side as we see-sawed back and forth. After many, many, games the night before school started I paid Dad the $1.25 I owed him.

 

I went away to college, and other than a summer or two early on, I haven’t lived in Wisconsin since. I don’t get home as often as I would like, and usually my trips are a whirlwind of visits to relatives; people to see, things to do. But sometimes we end up with a quiet night, and Dad or I will suggest a game. He pulls out one of the many cribbage boards he has (one of my favorites is the one that belonged to Great-Grandpa T) and the cards are dealt.   We still play for the same stakes, 25 cents a game and 50 cents a skunk.

 

I am grateful that Dad taught me how to play cribbage.  And I am grateful now to realize how much more than just cribbage I learned.



@@@This is my entry for LJ Idol week 17 - it was an open topic so we could write about anything.  The month of doom gets doomier so I have no idea when or if we'll have a poll, but I'll add an update once I know what the week brings.@@@

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My dad used to play Cribbage. Sadly I never learned.

Cribbage is a great game. You still have a chance to pick it up if you wanted to try it.

I've never played, but your memories sound wonderful.

Thank you. My dad and I didn't do much together other than play cards, but I'm glad we have that.

I loved playing cribbage on the computer, but I have since forgotten how to play. It was really fun, though. Maybe one day we can play some cribbage.

We could totally play cribbage. I have my own board and everything.

I never even heard of cribbage! Your entry inspired me to read more about it on an internet search.

Really? I think it was partially a military thing which is why both my grandpas played, and partially a midwestern thing. It is a really fun game, if you have a chance (and a partner to play with) you should learn!

Sounds fun. I've never played it.

It is a fun game. Just twisty enough to be interesting.

Thanks for reading.

What a lovely connection and memories to have shared with your dad :)

Aw thanks. Yeah, after writing this I'll have to suggest a game next time I'm home.

Just wanted to stop by and say Happy Birthday!!

Eee, thanks so much! It's been a good day.

I had a boyfriend who carved his dad a cribbage board. The holes went around a carved picture of a moose and there were urchin spines as the pegs. Playing cribbage with his dad is one of the only nice memories I have of the small town we lived in at the time.

This is a beautiful story.

That board sounds lovely. There is something rhythmic and calming about playing cards, any card game really.

Thanks so much!

great entry...the minute you started talking about cribbage I knew you had to be from the midwest. lol.

I'm from da UP of MI so I too have many memories of playing cribbage with my parents and grandparents....thanks for bringing those memories back. :)

Heh, cribbage is more of a giveaway than I ever realized. I've always loved that it was something I could do with my grandparents or parents, even when it felt like we had nothing else to talk about it. I'm glad you have happy memories of it too.

Thanks for the kind words.

I like cribbage, though I haven't played in years.

Nice entry!

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I don't get to play as often as I would like, not many people in CA know the game.

Thanks so much!

Aw, what a wonderful tradition. :)

Thanks. It's nice to have something that I can always do with my parents.

I've never played, but your entry totally rocks! Such a special thing to share. : )

Thanks so much! I'm glad this makes sense to people who haven't played cribbage, but really you can substitute many different things for cards and have the same idea.

I have to find time to play cribbage with Dad next time I go home.

I agree with you that playing games with your family is a great way to get to know them. Nice look at your family.

Thanks. I tend to forget what an ice-breaker playing games with family (or anyone really) can be.

Neat entry. I'd only heard of this game, but had no idea how it was played. And I like the underlying lessons therein.

Thank you. It's a complex game but a lot of fun.

This entry really touched me. The last line is just beautiful.

Thank you. It was my dad's birthday yesterday so he's been in my thoughts all week.

Let me know if you ever want to play (online).

My dad taught me... he played tournament.

I've never played online - I might have to try it.

Cribbage seems like a Dad thing.

cribbage is probably my favorite card game. that or canasta.

in my family, the "guys" played cribbage. The old ladies played canasta. Two very different groups, yet pretty much the same memories and lessons ;)

i forgot to ask, have you ever played cribbage without the board?

takes the game to a whole new level XD

I've never played canasta, though I'd love to learn. Up North we all played cribbage. Well I suppose that's not entirely true, in my grandma's generation they played solitaire mostly, or pinochle.

I have played cribbage without the board, it's very interesting. Though the board is part of what I like about cribbage. I enjoy things that have a specific function that can vary so widely in form.

Thanks for reading!

This entry reminds me of just how many card games I've forgotten how to play, cribbage included! It's a lovely memory you have of your dad. It's the simple things like that that make a family.

It is interesting isn't it, how family is made up of such little things, even if we want to believe it has to be big and messy.

I've forgotten more solitaire games than I know - it's easy to forget all the permutations if you don't use them regularly.

Thanks for reading.

We never played other-person-gets-your-points. We played for blood, yes, but everyone would point out anything I missed. Maybe it was because I was the youngest :shrug:

The ironic part is that I'm no longer the youngest. There are 3 players younger than me now at our Christmas tournament. Instead of telling them, I'll just stare at their hand after they've counted. They'll be like, "Oh, wait...I missed something, didn't I?" Then they'll recount their hand and/or crib.

The other irony is that I've always sucked at math. Counting hands was the first math I could do effortlessly in my head for some reason :shrug:

I did that to J at least once last night, pointing out that there were more points without saying what they were. Heh.

When I was learning cribbage I never realized how much math I was using. It was a pleasant surprise to find that out.

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