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| Mabel and Percy (Casey) Jones. 1924 My parents' good friends |
Mom and Dad, newlyweds, were out for the evening with friends.
At the Jones’ ranch . . . fifteen miles away.
Our nearest neighbours.
And yes it was a bit far to pop by to borrow a cup of sugar,
but they were still our ‘close’ neighbours to the west.
Moving on . . .
In a time when the closest thing anyone had to electronic
diversion was a radio or phonograph, the two couples and one of the Jones’
eldest sons were engaged in the next best thing.
Parlour games.
Inevitably . . . cards.
They had been playing for most of the evening, amidst much
conversation and hilarity.
Casey Jones (yes, that was what he was called) had been
fighting a steady battle to stay at the bottom.
Sigh.
Another hand was dealt.
And Mr. Jones voiced his displeasure. “What rotten cards!”
he said loudly, to no one in particular. “This whole evening, I’ve gotten
nothing but bad cards!”
He sighed heavily and played the hand.
Badly.
As it finished, his wife, Mabel got to her feet. “Well, I
think it’s time for some refreshments,” she said, and bustled (yes, I meant to
use that word) into the kitchen.
Mom got up to follow her and the two women happily visited
as they sliced cake and set out cups and saucers.
Meanwhile, the men stayed in the parlour, discussing the
game and Casey’s apparent inability to win.
At all.
“It’s the lousy cards!” he said. “I’ve gotten nothing but
bad hands all evening!” He got to his feet. “Something has to be done!”
He gathered up the deck and arranged them neatly. Then he
disappeared into the kitchen with them.
“Casey, what are you . . .?” his wife’s voice.
The sound of grating metal as someone opened the stove, then
clanged it shut.
Mabel appeared in the doorway, tray in hands. “Umm, I guess
our card game is finished,” she said, laughing.
Casey loomed behind her. “I’ve taken care of the problem,” he
said, resuming his seat at the table.
“Yeah. By throwing the deck into the stove!” Mabel said.
Ah . . . entertainment in the forties.
For sure a new deck will make all the difference lol.
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How many times have I heard a gambler say, just change out the cards! lol. This story really made me laugh, so thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteHmm . . . I wonder what would happen if the gambler said, "Burn those cards!" That must be saved for a really bad day . . . :)
DeletePoor Casey. My sympathy. I used to get bad hands all the time. Especially bridge. I never did understand that game.
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Deletelol thats a good thing to do lol
ReplyDeleteTotally made sense to me!
DeleteGreat story! I guess he really did hate his cars.
ReplyDeleteYep. I've had bad hands, but this . . .
DeleteAt least now he has the POSSIBILITY of a hot hand...
ReplyDelete:-) I love the stories of get-togethers in those days.
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A hot hand!!! Bwahahaha! Why didn't I think of that! That's why I keep you around, Pearl!
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