This morning I was thinking about all the games my folks used to play with us kids. My memories make it seem like Dad played with us every night after work while we lived in Germany on the base where he served. Sometimes it was “hide the button.” We would close our eyes while he hid the button somewhere in plain sight in the living room. We were completely delighted with that one!
Then there were the “tricks” he would do with us, balancing us as we stood on his hands (he was lying down on his back on the living room floor) and lifting us up over his head. We had lots of versions of that one, and I’m pretty sure we kids thought we could have joined a circus, we were just so talented. Grab-bag was a big hit. Mom and Dad would write down funny things on little slips of paper and put them all in a hat. Then we would take turns drawing one out. We had to do whatever it said. This usually entailed singing a silly song, telling a joke, or doing some amazing stunt like three somersaults. These games were quite big doings in our little lives.
Mom was the one who made the parties happen. My birthday parties were always extravagant, full of games for all the kids, prizes for the winners, and a birthday cake that could have been a cover of a cookbook. She took a cake-decorating class, and we reaped the benefits. Our birthday cakes always had coins wrapped in foil inside, which she put in after the cake was baked and before she frosted it. A quarter, a dime, a nickel, a penny, and a button were the prizes, and I remember all the kids eagerly pounding down their cake with the hope of finding some treasure in there. The coin-in-the-cake tradition lives on in our family. Mom was my Brownie troop Read More