Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
skully, a New York City street game from the 50's
My husband is excited. He found the bottle caps with my late father's name on them that I have been saving (Virgil's, from the rootbeer) and that got him going. He had to call his big sister in New York and see if she remembered the name of the game they played when they were kids. It involved bottle caps with crayons melted on the inside to weigh them down.
She knew the name, skelly, so of course I had to google it and found this wonderful website which I will be adding to this site that told me everything I needed to know to make the game for my sons, nieces and nephews for Channukuh, Christmas, and Kwanzaa. Actually, Kwanzaa is the one holiday that requires homemade gifts but I've sort of grouped them all together cause otherwise it's just more than I can handle.
Anyways, check out this site. My husband and I have now joined the "revitalize the game of skully" mission. By the way, it is called both skelly and skully, just in case you caught what looked like an error.
Happy Holidays.
She knew the name, skelly, so of course I had to google it and found this wonderful website which I will be adding to this site that told me everything I needed to know to make the game for my sons, nieces and nephews for Channukuh, Christmas, and Kwanzaa. Actually, Kwanzaa is the one holiday that requires homemade gifts but I've sort of grouped them all together cause otherwise it's just more than I can handle.
Anyways, check out this site. My husband and I have now joined the "revitalize the game of skully" mission. By the way, it is called both skelly and skully, just in case you caught what looked like an error.
Happy Holidays.
Friday, December 3, 2010
at the Depot Coffee Shop on a Minnesota winter's day
I am sitting next to a wall of southeasterly windows, hoping for snow AND SUN, dreamer that I am. So far, two big, long, noisy trains have passed, one with several bright orange cars (remember, I'm at the Depot). I thought for just a minute that the sun was rising again!
Which reminds me, did you catch the sunrise south of the Minnesota River this A.M. It was spectacular, the entire eastern horizon a blooming pinkish-rose color. Then, as I drove further north, I saw the giant snow clouds drifting off Buck Hill, the snow-making machines going full blast. It was a grand site out my car window as I crawled in traffic heading north towards my son's school, Main Street School for the Performing Arts in Hopkins. I'm starting to like early mornings after spending the past ten years as a homeschooling family getting up when we damn well felt like it, which was usually after eight.
And now for my grand exit into the cold for a winter walk. I think I'll do a snow dance!
Which reminds me, did you catch the sunrise south of the Minnesota River this A.M. It was spectacular, the entire eastern horizon a blooming pinkish-rose color. Then, as I drove further north, I saw the giant snow clouds drifting off Buck Hill, the snow-making machines going full blast. It was a grand site out my car window as I crawled in traffic heading north towards my son's school, Main Street School for the Performing Arts in Hopkins. I'm starting to like early mornings after spending the past ten years as a homeschooling family getting up when we damn well felt like it, which was usually after eight.
And now for my grand exit into the cold for a winter walk. I think I'll do a snow dance!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Blogging one cold winter night
About to pick up my son. Running late. Icy streets. Cold and traitorous. Welcome, Minnesota winter!
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