I was dethroned yet again last night. First my mother beats me, then my daughter. I am humbled.
Not really. I had crappy letters! It’s pretty tough to succeed with all vowels. A person needs some good consonants, which brings me to my story.
When traveling with family in the past, I have always brought a Scrabble board – and not the deluxe “travel edition!” Oh no…we used the old-fashioned board. No magnets to hold the letters on while you’re on the train. No nice spinning board so everyone can see it. I own three different boards, but I still have that old board, an original! First edition. We used it last night.
Years ago, my sister and I played on a train to Florence with this board and we lost an “h.” We had to take a piece of foil and form a tile with a Sharpie “h” on it. Then, my father noticed that we were missing an “x” in the game. We went through all the letters, found an extra “y,” and got out the wood-burning tool. You can’t play without the eight-point “x.”
I didn’t mind losing with all of those wonderful memories of lost letters. And I have a nice padded cushion of past victories. Ooh! Challenge anyone?