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Journal by janilye

As a child up to the age of about nine I went through the marble stage. Always with dirty knees and the toes of my shoes scuffed.
My uncle worked at the glass factory and gave me lots of marbles.So many, in fact, I had a kerosene tin full. My dad taught me the finer points of the game(my dad knew everything!) and when I went to play I took with me my leather marble bag with the red and yellow string tie and all my favourites, A Tom Bowler and about 30 others.

I loved the big Tom Bowlers and the rainbows and the lovely red blood alleys. I didn't mind losing a steely or a cat's eye in a game because I had lots of those.

Do you Remember these;

Tom Bowler
Dog's Eye
Cat's Eye
Blood Alley
Blood tracker
Pee wee

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on 2011-08-16 09:00:34

janilye - 7th generation, Convict stock. Born in New South Wales now living in Victoria, carrying, with pride 'The Birthstain'.

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by 1bobbylee on 2011-08-16 17:52:09

Delightful journal Jan! You invited me back in time. I smiled at the memories. Yes, the marbles are probably the same in Australia and the U.S. Just described differently. Mom patched the knees on my jeans. She was a good Mom. She never kept me from shooting marbles. We shot marbles in circles and squares. Ahhhh, the peaceful memories... We shot marbles in our bare feet. One guy use to shot a marble from between his big toe and the toe beside it. When shooting like that, he didn't win many games. But, he could hit other marbles. I remember, He was a good guy and would find just about anything funny... Thank you for writing this journal Jan. It was so good..

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