As children my sissies, brothers and I played games. For hours. Not sure what the educational benefit was, but we learned a lot about each other-like, never let Bubba # 2 be the banker for Monopoly. And-never play Poker with our dad-he took great pride in how gullible we were to let him cheat so blatantly. When asked by his great grandson after a few hands of poker, “how do you win all the time?” my dad’s response was simple-“I cheated.” Pit was one of the loudest, rowdiest games of all-which meant we all loved it!!!
I love my little corner of games in the lower level-and I am so happy to say they are worn. Scrabble is a family fave. (BTW-the reason there are 3 sets-family games almost always mean lost tiles-we have back up tiles : )
The Mr. actually bought me a Scrabble dictionary-engraved with my name, no less.
PS I recently found scrapbook pages with Bingo and Dominoes-took an alphabet sheet to cut and paste the word “games” onto a cute polka dot page-found damaged 12 x 12 frames at Wal-Mart that I got reduced to almost nothing-and “ta-dah” finished my little game corner perfectly. I need to paint the other crates black, but it is waaaay to cold to paint anything here in the northern tundra.