Doris June Olson Perrenoud, 77...

From The Leader Telegram:

Doris June Olson Perrenoud, 77, of Chippewa Falls passed away on May 10, 2008, at Luther Hospital in Eau Claire.

Doris was born on June 6, 1930, in Waukegan, Ill., to Vernie and Gladys (McKinster) Olson, but was raised as a child in the Cornell, Drywood, Jim Falls and Chippewa Falls areas. She talked often about going to the little country school near Drywood and playing with her brothers and cousins around those areas while growing up. She graduated from Chippewa Falls Senior High School on May 28, 1948, and then worked at the Chippewa Shoe Company and Presto Industries, where she made some very close friends to this day.

Doris married Stephen Arthur Perrenoud on April 14, 1956, at St. Charles Church in Chippewa Falls. They had two sons, Stephen "Stevie" Arthur Perrenoud Jr. and Patrick Perrenoud; and a daughter, Karen, who died in infancy. Doris and Steve Sr. later divorced around 1975, but Mom would stop by the shop, and she and Dad would talk for long periods about the past, laughing and reminiscing about the good times. There was forgiveness on each one's part, and a certain bond between them in which the flame never burned out. Bless them both!

Mom enjoyed playing cribbage, bingo, going to Turtle Lake and trying to hit the symbols. She liked thrift sales and flea markets. Another love was the American Indian and their cultures. She enjoyed reading articles and watching documentaries about Native American heritage. The Indian prayer, "Great Spirit, grant that I may not criticize my neighbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasins," was a guidepost for her in dealing with other people. Mom loved the Irish tenors, and her favorite song, "O'Danny Boy," which you can listen to on YouTube.com in many versions. She would love for you to hear it.

Mom loved the West, Mount Rushmore, the Black Hills, Badlands and the plains. She was forever grateful that she had been able to go to these places on different occasions. She also loved going to see relatives and friends all over, and had a special affection for the town of Little Falls, Minn.

After the clouds, the sunshine,

After the winter, the spring,

After the shower, the rainbow,

For life is a changeable thing.

After the night, the morning,

Bidding all darkness cease.

After life's cares and sorrows,

The comfort and sweetness of peace.

Doris is survived by her sons, Stephen Arthur Perrenoud Jr., and Patrick; niece, Linda (Mike Bergeron) Felmlee, and her children, Joshua and Stacy Felmlee; nephew, Paul Pesavento; her wonderful and loving aunt, Doris Dressel; many, many McKinster heritage cousins and other cousins, their spouses and children; and her many dear, true friends throughout America.

Mom was preceded in death by her parents; brother, Myron "Mike," who drowned at Brunet Island State Park in 1944 (who she missed forever); infant daughter, Karen; brothers and sisters-in-law, Vernon and Clyta Olson, Don and Alyce Pesavento; nephew, Wayne M. Olson; many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends; and her little poodle, Snoopy, all of whom she loved so dearly.

Mom passed and left this world very peacefully in the way she wanted to - on her own terms - no rest homes, no life support equipment or modern medical science of any kind to prolong any pain, agony or suffering for her or for her sons. She fulfilled her own wishes by doing a living will and her own spoken words, right to her last breath. She passed as she lived, on her own terms and wishes, and not on anyone else's.

What a trouper you were, Mom!!!

We love you, Mom,

And we will miss you forever!!!

As per mom's lifelong request, there will be no wake or funeral. She said for all to remember her having fun with you, smiling and laughing. That's how she wanted to be remembered! Mom will be cremated and interred at Prairie View Cemetery, village of Lake Hallie, Chippewa County, at a later time and date. Her after-life wishes will be as she requested!!!

In lieu of flowers, money, or anything else, please give to a charity or help anyone of your choice. Mom would be very happy to be remembered in this way.

As springtime turns to summer

And summer turns to fall

And the days now ever shorter,

As winter comes to call.

It's then we should remember

The warm and gentle breeze,

The fragrance of the flowers,

And the budding of the trees.

It's then we should remember

We can always have a spring

In the warmth and joy and happiness

Remembering can bring.


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Virginia Cox: Pegged out

"When Virginia Knox wasn't running Seaview Grocery, she liked nothing better than to play a good game of 45s or cribbage, say her children.

"We used to go to different cribbage tournaments around town on Sundays," says son Allison.

"She'd always get someone to take her."

Up until a couple of months ago, she still loved to read, knit and play cards.

"She would play for a toonie," says Adams. "There had to be a wager; you didn't just play for the sake of a game of cards.""

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The perfect hand...

From Bugle Observer:

"It took 50 years, and thousands of hands of cards, but avid Cribbage player Evelyn Carten of Hartland recently made her first 29 - the highest point total you can get in the popular game.


PHOTO BY JEFFREY BENTO-CARRIER
Avid Cribbage player Evelyn Carten of Hartland, who has been enjoying the sport for 50 years, recently made her first 29 - the highest point total you can get in the popular game.



The dream hand occurred, ironically, on March 29 at her home in Hartland.

Carten, 73, started playing Cribbage in 1958 when she 23 years old.

Since then, she has spent countless hours at the table, with no success in getting the elusive hand.

She was enjoying a friendly game of the popular sport three weeks ago when the inevitable occurred.

"I couldn't believe it myself, but there it was - four 5s, and the 5 of Clubs matched (my) Jack of Clubs," she said. "I was joking earlier that evening that this might be my night to get a 29, but I was more interested in getting my peg past the skunk line than hitting a 29. When it happened, I couldn't believe it. My neighbour, Kevin McDougall, cut the cards on my deal, so I guess it was fate."

Carten said she enjoys playing Cribbage several days a week, mostly for recreation or quality time with family and friends.

"I really love playing Crib," she said. "Maybe it was my time to (finally) get a 29.""

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Cribbage and motorcycles...

From David Robert Crews:

"I was setting at the Lodge’s Cribbage Board and Yahtzee Game adorned dining room table, one friend filled Sunday, when I was hit with an epiphany of life affirming solidation. This was after having to hold onto to the table and my chair at least once or twice to keep from sliding off onto the floor into a puddle of pained, side-splitting, laughter. We kept it under control though, because it was 35 to 40 miles to the nearest hospital. And not one doctor in between. Can’t be bustin’ a gut due to overwhelming hilarity way up there in the woods like that."

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Cribbage with Jesus, Mary and Joseph...

From Sarah's Ponderings:

"My grandma, Delia Edwards, was born in Ireland many moons ago. Growing up, the only real hint that I had to her heritage was how, when she was frustrated, she would utter the words: Jesus, Mary and Joseph in her authentic Irish brogue...

...Because of my grandmother I wash my face every morning with Pond’s Cold Cream. The little white jar with the green lid was a fixture in her home, and now it is a fixture in mine. I enjoy trips to the bookstore, partly because once a year she took her grandchildren book shopping. This is a tradition that my mom continues with my children. I love playing cribbage and reading People magazine. These were all things that I learned at my grandmother’s home..."

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Perfect man... cribbage player...

From Gertrude Granny Panties:

– Makes fun a little.
– Doesn’t like little dogs.
– Doesn’t have a truck so big I can’t get into it without flashing my goodies.
– Is more butch than I am.
– Is a balance between metro and rugged.
– Has to be taller and weigh more than I do.
– Has no homosexual tendencies.
– But is not homophobic.
– Can handle the interaction between my sister and I.
– Thinks I’m sexy.
– Is a handyman. Or at least can fix what I can’t.
– Is similar to my dad, but more romantic.
– Is good at heart.
– Doesn’t belittle.
– Thinks I am everything he has ever dreamed of.
– Takes vacations.
– Doesn’t need to be entertained.
– Pays enough attention to me, but doesn’t smother.
– Gives constructive criticism.
– Is confident.
– Is not jealous. I am flirty by nature.
– Thinks I’m cool ;)
– Doesn’t drink caffeine drinks (energy drinks).
– Likes hot tea.
– Appreciates my morals/hard work.
– Knows I will never cheat.
– Can be with the guys.
– Let’s me be one of the guys.
– Takes care of me when I am sick.
– Surprises me.
– Doesn’t smoke. (Unless he is on fire ;)
– Thinks I should be in a safe car.
– Holds the door open for me.
– Has a college degree.
– Is artistic.
– Wears converse sneakers.
– Has a good sense of humor.
– Is passionate about life and about me.
– Is political.
– Loves red wine.
– Will take me dancing.
– Has his own (running) vehicle.
– Is older than me.
– Has strong hands and long fingers.
– Is respectful.
– Is drama free and proud of it.
– Is motivated.
– Has a good appetite and can out eat me at every sitting.
– Lets me be me.
– Has his own place.
– Loves the rain.
– Is NOT from Clatsop County.
– Volunteers to change the oil in my car.
– Respects my challenges/ insecurities.
– Doesn’t hold me back.
– Doesn’t hold back.
– Loves architecture and history.
– Has curly/waxy hair.
– Has minimal body hair (though a bit furry is growing on me).
– Thinks I should get regular massages ;)
– Understands that I work just as hard as he does.
– Is responsible.
– Does not make excuses.
– Only apologizes when he really means it.
– Follows through with promises.
– Likes talk radio.
– And F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
– Can compromise.
– Is strong willed.
– Makes good money (is financially stable).
– Makes me want to be a better person.
– Is not an alcoholic.
– Loves sex. A lot.
– Is open to wearing pink.
– Likes sushi.
– Helps teach me how to cook.
– Wants to know me.
– Asks the questions others don’t.
– Can hold a conversation for hours.
– Reads my poetry.
– Appreciates me.
– Knows my favorite flowers.
– Leaves notes on my car.
– Encourages me to love and learn.
– Wants to travel.
– Plays chess and cribbage.
– Loves board games.
– Reads the paper and watches the news (to keep me informed ;)
– Likes the way I dress.
– Dresses the way I like (on his own of course).
– Is not an angry person.
– Isn’t over emotional.
– Has his own life.
– Is not co-dependent.
– Is my (second to Meags) best friend.
– Has no desire to ever do drugs.
– Loves to read.
– Takes care of his body.
– Eats healthy (and inspires me to do the same).
– Thinks I am beautiful.
– Understands my personality.
– Applauds my strengths and downplays my weaknesses.
– Is in to things I am not.
– Is a nerd.
– Likes to joke around.
– Loves his family.
– Doesn’t want children but is great with kids.
– Will never cheat.

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Arthur W. Beyer

Arthur W. Beyer, age 70 of Marshfield, died Tuesday March 18, 2008 at the Colonial Center in Colby, Wisconsin.

Mr. Beyer was born June 4, 1937 in Sheboygan, the son of Floyd and Dorothy (Sand) Beyer.

He graduated from Sheboygan North High School. Arthur then played semi-pro football for the Sheboygan Red Wings.

Following his education Mr. Beyer entered the US Marines where he served for two years, he continued his military service in the US Navy, serving an additional four years of duty.

Upon returning from his military service Artie moved to Englewood California where he owned and operated Artie's Gym, a physical fitness center for 17years.

Artie was a motorcycle enthusiast and former member of the Sheboygan County Motorcycle Club. He enjoyed playing cribbage and was an avid Chicago Bears and Clubs fan.

Mr. Beyer was a member of the Church of Christ in Marshfield.

He is lovingly survived by one sister, Beverly (Jack) Wirtz, Sheboygan, two nieces, Wendy Lutz, Chippewa Falls, WI and Lori Mayer, Mequon, WI as well as dear friends, Deanna and Mark Anderson.

No funeral services are scheduled at this time. Interment will be in the Wildwood Cemetery, Sheboygan, Wisconsin.

Hansen Funeral Home is assisting the family with arrangements.

The Sheboygan Press

March 20, 2008

Alaskan king cribbage...

From Alaska=Home:

"Here is my cribbage board, yes its also a 24 in walrus tusk! That is how you play cribbage eskimo style. This stands from the ground to a little past my knee!"

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Cribbage crawlin'...

From PubCrawlin'

"We walked inside to find a small bar to seat five and two tree trunk-cut tables with cribbage holes drilled right into them. The brewing room was also at the entrance, housing what is probably a 2 or 3 barrel system (we didn’t check it out that closely, nor did we ask.) In the dining area there are about 15 small tables - some of them pulled together to accommodate groups. Inside there is a feeling of late summer where the walls meet the ceiling. Hop bines have been painted there, as if to bring the patio feel inside all year long (the painting is simple, yet beautiful, featuring a variety of identifiable insects including ladybugs, moths and butterflies. There are big windows to the outside, and some small stained glass interior windows featuring shafts of grain. Outside, the world is completely white and a cold wet snow is falling hard - the only color comes from the cars traveling by."

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Beer bottle cribbage board... cool!

From Splinter's Woodworks:

"Recently I have been working on a project for the Deschutes Brewery in Bend Oregon. They wanted a cribbage board which would promote their business and the game of cribbage. I am honored they chose Splinters Woodworks to work on this project with them. Look for this completed board soon. It can only be obtained by contacting the Deschutes Brewery, but I will have completed photos here and on my website. "

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Cribbage hour -- in the dark...

You know, when cribbage was ivented there was no such thing as electric lights. So it only seems fitting that everyone who is going to participate in the "Earth Hour", when people turn out their lights for an hour, should also embrace cribbage for that entire hour. Sir Suckling would approve.

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From GardenPunks:

"How did you spend Earth Hour 2008?

Us?

100% candlelight
A game of cribbage
Power nap
After our game of cribbage, we were both really tired so we laid down until my alarm went off at 9pm. We had to go to the store to get the dog some food and get some blueberries for muffins tomorrow (a real homemade treat that I rarely make!)

Chris and I both felt the sleepy effects of turning off the man-made light nearly immediately. We both wanted to go to bed."

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Blissful Cribbage days...

From Blissful Days:

"The time travel was necessary to see results of how we teach/preach

In the evening we decided to play some games.
Randy beat me the other day at Rummy so I wanted a rematch.
We played a couple of games of Rummy before trying cribbage.
Randy had not played before and it had been awhile for me.
We successfully found the rules online and printed them."

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Cribbage with the Wizard...

From The Wizard of idM's Weblog:

"The other funny thing was my cribbage match, long overdue, with Wendy. She won the first game and admittedly I barely avoided being skunked. The second game I skunked her pretty good, though of course she downplayed it. Now I have to let you know that because of my eyesight I have to have my opponent score for me. Playing others this has never been an issue. With Wendy it became an issue. I was beating her pretty good when I looked down and could tell that my scoring path had both her peg and mine. She had all kinds of excuses, but it was very funny. We all laughed and I almost couldn’t stop. Oh, and I won - best of three"

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The Cribbage generation...

From Spo-Reflections:

"We recently we had a visit from Someone’s niece. She and I played cribbage. I haven’t played cribbage in over 20 years. My grandmother used to play the game; my parents continue to play it.

It made me think about playing cards in general.

My parent’s and grandparent’s generation seemed to play a lot of cards. This was a marvelous way to socialize. Couples were continually coming over for evening games of gin or hearts or cribbage."

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Cribbage caregivers...

From Bennington Banner:

"Nancy Bower, one of Lindwall's volunteers, said that the work performed by hospice workers can take many forms, including running errands for the patient or even playing games with him or her. Lindwall, thanks to Bower's influence, is now an ardent cribbage player.

"She meets me at the door with her cards, and I bring my cribbage board," Bower said. "I've actually suggested as part of the training that we offer a game-playing in-service — there are other people who enjoy these games."

Full article here: http://www.benningtonbanner.com/localnews/ci_8741367

Cribbage board maker's dream...

Hey Cribbage lovers!

Do you make or sell Cribbage boards or other Cribbage related games?? Would you like some free advertising on the premiere Cribbage site on the web? Perfect! Your lucky day is here.

Just send a jpeg image of the board you wish to sell and some ordering info to me and I will post it for free right here on Cribbaholics Unanimous. It's just that easy.

What does C.U. get out of it??? Simple, we get more cribbage players visiting the site! And of course we get to help recovering Cribbaholics. :o)

Send info to joe@ablekane.com if you are interested.

Crib player pegs pedestrian...

From Green Bay Press-Gazette:

“We were talking and laughing about the cribbage game and I turned on the lights to make a right turn onto Maloney Road and all of a sudden there was a thud,” he said.

“My wife said `I think you hit someone,'" he said.

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29 at 9... what's next?

From The Sun Chronicle:

"Lady Luck smiled upon the Wood School fourth-grader Wednesday as he was playing cribbage. The 9-year-old was dealt the perfect hand - with a score of 29 - something so rare that some players never see one in their lifetime.
Just ask Paul Ares, the adviser to the school's cribbage club who said, "I've been playing cribbage for 60 years and I've never gotten a 29-point hand. It's like getting a hole in one in golf." "

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Cribbage in the later years...

From Owen Sound Sun Times:
"One day after a few hands of cribbage, one mule skinerette looked at the other and said, "Now don't get mad at me. I know we've been friends a long time, but I just can't think of your name. I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it. Please tell me what your name is."

The second mule skinerette glared at her.

For at least three minutes she just stared and glared.

Finally she said, "How soon do you need to know?"

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Italian cribbage players in Thailand...

From Travelpod:

"So happy to be out of Bangkok! After 6 hours on the bus, I arrive in Sukhothai and find myself at the No. 4 Guesthouse. The weather is cooler and the air MUCH less polluted and my hostess is an amazingly sweet woman named Ng. Spent the afternoon reading and relaxing on my bungalow porch. Dinner was home made by Ng and then I taught my Italian bungalow neighbor to play Cribbage. (He beat me.)"

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Salughterhouse Cribbage Champ...

From Vonneblog:

"Bob talked about how the American soldiers had to go into the buildings and bring out the dead and stack them up," Hays said.

"They'd stack them up in piles of 500 and then burn them. There was nothing else to do with all the bodies. Bob told me he couldn't get the image out of his head, and he couldn't talk about it for a very long time."

Said Jerry: "The stories Dad told were gruesome. Almost indescribable. I know it was hard for him. He weighed about 190 pounds when he enlisted. He weighed about 130 when he got out of Dresden."

Bob came home to Iowa, raised his family in a one-story house at 56th and University and worked as a truck driver and freight manager at H&W Motor Express. He talked to his pals at the Amvets post and loved playing cribbage. In fact, he was runner-up in the cribbage tournament at the Iowa State Fair at the age of 88.


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Cheese, charm, criminals and cribbage...

From 3-Way TV:

"A 33-year-old Helena man faces a felony charge of burglary for allegedly breaking into his ex-girlfriend’s home and stealing cheese, a cribbage board and a copy of “Women Who Love Too Much,” among other items.

Police arrested Shane William Pursley early Saturday morning.

About 3:30 a.m., officers were dispatched to a residence on the 200 block of Broadway to investigate a possible burglary in process.

When police arrived, they saw Pursley, who appeared intoxicated, exiting the residence through the back door and apprehended him.

Police located a paperback book, a wooden cribbage board, a half-torn photo of the ex-girlfriend and a hand-written note, all of which Pursley had been holding, on the ground next to the back door."

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.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-. cribbage...

From reallyrelyay:
"Two summers ago my boyfriend taught me how to play cribbage. We sat adjacent to one another in cracked plastic lawn chairs, his grandmother’s old wooden board between us. We would have been out at the bars like any other normal twenty-something’s, but we were both unemployed and broke that summer, we lived like grannies. He taught me how to play using rhyme schemes: Fifteen-two the rest won’t do, fifteen-four, there ain’t no more, fifteen-two I guess I’m screwed, fifteensix the rest is nixed, and so on. He told me that it was mathematically impossible to get a hand that had nineteen points. One time my hand didn’t have any points so I told him it had nineteen. Nineteen became code for zero. We spoke in code a lot of the time. He told me he loved me when he bought me my own toothbrush for his house. That night I told him I loved him by tapping it in Morse code between his shoulder blades when he was sleeping. .. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-."


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They came from Leeds...

From Joandbill2:

"We spent a very pleasant evening with Joan and Arthur, a couple of English folk staying here, playing cribbage. They come from Leeds, although they are really Londoners originally, and it is surprising how each area of the country seems to have it’s own rules for card games. So it makes for an interesting experience."

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Cribbage Clones...

From Enumero Cribbage Boards:

"Here was big chance to drill my own crib board template - except mine would be drilled in 1/8" inch plastic instead of steel. (( For the record, I only know of 3 places you can buy cribbage templates online and place sell a different kind of template: Rockler (plastic), Lee Valley (paper) and iasco-tesco (steel)."

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Cribbage and the Sherku...

First of all, what the heck is a sherku? The explanation can be found at Steve Sherlock's blog on poetry (link below). But the short answer is written in sherku format, which I quote here:

seventeen is not enough but
two more makes nineteen
still an impossible goal

After you read more below you will see that there should be 19 sylables... I count 20 in the sherku explaining what a sherku is. Perhaps this is irony... if so I find it funny... if not; bewildering. Read on...

From Quiet Poet:

"The initial answer is:
Well, it is somewhat "tongue in cheek" but very much like haiku. It differs in that is my spin on creation. I add my "2 cents worth" to it. I follow the standard form and convention somewhat and deviate as necessary.

For example, while convention calls for 17 syllables, I prefer to recommend 19.
Why 19?
Well, 17 is confining, 19 provides more (recall 2 cents). 19 is also a number from a card game called "Cribbage" where 19 is an impossible score to achieve.

Trying to condense a feeling, an image to some number (19 in this case) is an impossible task (recall Cribbage score) to try but try we must."


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So, here is my own attempt at a cribbage sherku. Forgive my desire to always rhyme... it's my plebian need for gaudiness:

If cribbage is poetry,
pegging is rhyme,
19 morphs from nil to sublime

Cool. I'm a poet and didn't realize.
:o)

Avocado Cribbage Tournament...

From the Fallbrook Village News:

"It was a great day for cribbage in the Avocado Capital of the World on January 26, when the Seventh Annual Fallbrook Avocado Cribbage Tournament was held.

Tournament Director Obie Weeks reported that all 62 players took home delicious avocados. Locally grown Hass and Fuerte avocados were donated by Calavo Growers and Del Rey Packing House.

All players took home at least five avocados, with all qualifiers in the main event and the top four winners in the consolation tournament toting home additional avocados. The California Avocado Commission also furnished an avocado scooper/slicer, recipe book and refrigerator magnet for all players..."

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Mother Mary comes to play cribbage...

From Amazing Trips:

Everyone loved my mother. Everyone still does. She has a magnetic personality and has more friendships than anyone I know. She is genuinely interested in every person she meets and has the nickname "Barbara Walters" because she will know your life story in 10 minutes or less. And then, she'll teach you how to play cribbage.

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USS Los Angeles embarks with a piece of submarine history

Photo Caption: PEARL HARBOR, HI--Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy (MCPON) Joe R. Campa Jr. and Sailors from USS Los Angeles (SSN 688) pose with a cribbage board that belonged to Medal of Honor recipient and World War II prisoner of war Rear Admiral Richard H. "Dick" O'Kane. The more than sixty-year-old cribbage board came into the possession of the Pacific Submarine Force and it became tradition to pass the cribbage board to the oldest submarine in the Fleet. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Michael Perez.

From Commander Submarine Force Pacific:

PEARL HARBOR, HI--The United States Navy is steeped in customs, courtesies and rituals. There’s the Navy Birthday Ball, the newly commissioned officer’s wetting down and the referral to a ship as “she.” But there’s also a U.S. submarine tradition that a few, other than submariners, knew about until now…it’s the guardian of the cribbage board.

The nuclear-powered attack submarine, USS Los Angeles (SSN 688) recently departed its homeport of Pearl Harbor, Tuesday, May 7, for a Western Pacific deployment. This time the submarine deployed with a cribbage board that belonged to Medal of Honor recipient and World War II prisoner of war Rear Admiral Richard H. “Dick” O’Kane.

Rear Admiral O’Kane was awarded the Medal of Honor for his daring attacks on two Japanese convoys while in command of the World War II submarine USS Tang (SS 306) during its fifth and final patrol in 1944. His citation states, “With ships bearing down from all sides, he charged the enemy at high speed, exploding the tanker in a burst of flame, smashing the transport dead in the water, and blasting the destroyer with a mighty roar which rocked the Tang from stem to stern. Expending his last two torpedoes into the remnants of a once powerful convoy before his own ship went down.” After his submarine was sunk, the Japanese captured then-Commander O’Kane who spent the rest of the war in secret captivity.

After it was cleaned and restored, the more than sixty-year-old cribbage board came into the possession of the Pacific Submarine Force and the tradition of passing the cribbage board from the oldest submarine to the next was started. O’Kane’s wife Ernestine was the sponsor of the second submarine named USS Tang (SS 563), the original keeper of the board. Tang was stricken from the Navy Vessel Register in 1987.

USS Kamehameha (SSN 642) was the longest commissioned of the oldest submarines to safeguard the board. Kamehameha was decommissioned in 2002 after nearly 37 years of service. The game board then went to USS Parche (SSN 683). Parche was the namesake of one of the most highly decorated subs to serve in the Pacific Fleet during WWII. Although Parche decommissioned in July 2005, the cribbage board was finally sent to USS Los Angeles this year.

“It’s an honor to deploy with O’Kane’s cribbage board,” said USS Los Angeles Commanding Officer Erik Burian. “Embarking with a piece of submarine history is a constant reminder of the legacy that we will continue. My crew and I enjoy passing time playing cribbage while not on duty and we are proud that we can carry on the tradition.”

Card games were a favorite form of entertainment for submariners while on deployment during World War II and cribbage was a popular game on USS Wahoo (SS-238) with Executive Officer O’Kane and his Commanding Officer, World War II legend Dudley “Mush” Morton.

Cribbage lore among submariners is that while patrolling in the shallow waters of the Yellow Sea during its fourth war patrol, Morton dealt O’Kane a perfect 29, the highest possible score for combinations in a single cribbage deal. The crew felt that it was a lucky omen and Wahoo sank two Japanese freighters that night.

Three days later, while patrolling off the Korean coast south of Chinnampo, Morton dealt a 28- point hand to O’Kane. They sank two freighters that day and another one the following day.

Although, USS Los Angeles has no plans to torpedo any freighters while deployed, it will be maintaining its presence in the Western Pacific.

“We have the newest technology on the oldest U.S. submarine,” said Burian. “I have complete confidence in my crew to get the job done.”

Every time a Sailor is qualified, Burian reads a different passage from Theodore Roscoe’s United States Submarine Operations in World War II.

“It helps to keep the crew grounded and to stay focused on the big picture,” said Burian.

USS Los Angeles, the fourth naval ship to be named after the City of Los Angeles, is the lead ship of her class. Designed as a follow-on to the sturgeon class submarines built during the 1960s, the Los Angeles class incorporated improved sound quieting and a larger propulsion plant than previous classes. Its many capabilities include wartime functions of undersea warfare, surface warfare, strike warfare, mining operations, special forces delivery, reconnaissance, carrier battle group support and escort, and intelligence collection. Her missiles can reach targets on 75 percent of the Earth’s land surface.

-USN-
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Cribbage shark...

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Man is "victim" to two 29 hands...

From Beloit Daily News:

"Two Beloit cribbage players recently beat the odds and held 29 hands. A mutual friend happened to be the opponent in both games. It's said that the chance of being dealt a 29 hand in cribbage is one in more than 100,000. A player who is dealt six cards must put two cards in the “crib.” If he or she keeps a jack, or “nobs,” and three fives, and the “turn-up” card happens to be the five of the suit of the aforementioned jack, it's a perfect hand.

WITH THAT information in mind, consider what happened to Beloit cribbage fan Rob Rassmussen recently. And try to calculate the odds of it happening to one player. A million-to-one might be a conservative guess."

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Cribbage tournaments etc...

From A Rose by Any Other Name:

"He was in Reno to compete in a Cribbage tournament. I know what your thinking... There are Cribbage tournaments? You bet and soon he will be a Master Cribbage player. If you like cribbage check out The American Cribbage Congress. According to their website over 1,000 people attended the tournament in Reno this past weekend. There are clubs all over the country including one here in Mesa. Since I am not going to be doing much in Toastmasters next year, maybe I should join the local Cribbage Club. But I am thinking I may be WAY younger then the average member. Even my Dad says that he is surrounded by gray hair when he is at these tournaments. And he is 62! But you never know what can happen."

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Cribbage hand of the day...

Check out this cool site where you can choose your cribbage hand of the day: http://www.dailycribbagehand.org/results.php

How Cribbage Explains the Two Maines...

From Westbrook Diarist:

"I laughed out loud (I mean, I LOL) this morning when I read this article about a bill designed to lower the fees groups are expected to pay for licenses to sponsor cribbage games, especially this nugget from the bill's sponsor, State Senator Peter Mills (R-Somerset):

Mills, who convinced legislative leaders that his bill had to be considered this year because it's an emergency, said cribbage is a critical part of the fabric of life in rural Maine. "Up in Somerset County, we appreciate these small social amenities," he said. "Some of you more sophisticated people in southern Maine may have other forms of amusement, but we're very easily satisfied."

I suspect this last quote was dripping with sarcasm, but it's humorous nonetheless.

- John C.L. Morgan

P.S. Full disclosure: Though it's of little consequence for this story, I thought I should disclose the fact that I volunteered for State Senator Mills's failed bid for governor in 2006."

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Unplugged cribbage...

From .Ariels's photostream:

"On my first of 52 nights unplugged, I wrote a letter to my friend Megan, and soundly beat Andreas at cribbage!"

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Cribbage and crows...

From Triathlete and Teacher:

"Cría cuervos y te pecan los ojos."

"You raise crows and they peck out your eyes." - (Uplifting) Spanish proverb

We sit around the kitchen table, warm and toasty, full and satisfied. And deadly serious. The cribbage board is between us, a double elimination tournament is in progress, and I want to win. To eliminate my opponent. I bury my two cards in the crib and lift up my eyes, studying her through narrowed slits.

My mom is still weighing her options. I catch her eye and say what's on my mind, "Mom, I love you, but I want to beat you. I'm competitive."

Her blue eyes twinkle right back at mine, "So am I."

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A poem with cribbage in it!!!

From heartsdeesire

Waiting

I am waiting for the light to change,
from red to gold to green and then
to fuscia and cyan, to tourmaline and salmon,
for the walk/don’t walk sign to break into Claire de Lune
and tap dance down the street, for awnings over swank boutiques
to join hands and become the flags
of brand new nations no one’s visited before,
where bacon rolls of yellow and chartreuse
are sold in outdoor stalls
to people who stand lunching without shoes.

Where women in cafes approach, suggest
I take them home for games of cribbage,
games that last for hours and end on sheepskin rugs
in front of fires, I confess
I’m waiting to become indigenous, for
my hide to thicken and my fears to thin,
for my ancient dog to die,
my well to spring to wet again,

for you to leave your husband
For the one day I will turn to see
you standing by my kitchen sink,
and when I run my hands along
your shoulders to the cleft
between your breasts you’re really there.

~Margo Solod
Some Very Soft Days

Cribbage champion in Green Valley AZ...

From the Green Valley News & Sun

"Local cribbage champ and Quail Creek resident Bill Ellis describes the card game as “gymnastics for the brain.”

“I have a great appreciation for trying to stay young, and cribbage sure gives your mind a workout,” Ellis said.

The enthusiastic 71-year-old recently took home the gold medal at the Tucson Senior Olympics, and will be competing at the Green Valley Senior Olympics in March. After that, his sights are set on a national tournament in Reno, Nev., where he and more than 700 players will be competing for the chance to win $10,000.

But Ellis is in it for the love of the game. A game so popular, he says, that its rules have barely changed since the early 17th century, when it was invented by English poet Sir John Suckling as a derivation of a traditional game called “noddy.”

Noddy has since faded into history, but cribbage is here to stay.

The American Cribbage Congress, a non-profit organization with the mission of making the game “fun and fair for people of all ages,” sponsors 150 tournaments each year and lists nearly 300 local chapters across the country. This includes the Titans Cribbage Club of Green Valley, hosted by Ellis, a certified cribbage judge with the ACC..."


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Cribbage, infinity and beyond...

From Dine's Daily Disasters: http://dinedvl.blogspot.com/2008/02/lucky-girl.html


"Jon spent a month carving a piece of Koa (native hawaiian tree) wood into a most beautiful cutting board. I love cool wood boards. Its awesome. But not only that, he also made a wicked cool cribbage board,each hole carefully drilled, in the shape of an infinity sign. Damn, its cool.



My friend Caitlin sent me a cribbage board also, but its the light travel kind we used on the NOLS course, except that she totally pimped it up and its all bedazzled. Hehe....its sweeet! I cant wait to take it on my next trip, oh wait that be tomorrow!!! YAY!"



Full post here: http://dinedvl.blogspot.com/2008/02/lucky-girl.html

Amy Sample Ward loves cribbage...

From Portland On Fire: http://www.portlandonfire.com/amysampleward/

"I am also into doing small things every day that could add up to a better life and a better world, like biking (a lot, especially with Max, Rachel, and Zach!), choosing a vegan diet of local, organic produce, and smiling at strangers. I really love game nights with friends, especially some good competition of 25 Words or Less, Pictionary, or Cribbage. If I’m not or cannot be on a bike ride (non-commute ride, that is) then a hike or long walk with the pup is pretty predictable. Spare time is usually reserved for visiting with family (I grew up in Forest Grove, w00t!), or drinking Portland coffee with friends..."

See full article here: http://www.portlandonfire.com/amysampleward/

High hand of 24... but no win for John...

From John Burn's Blog:

"I got the updated standings for the cribbage tournament today. We aren't in last place, close, and there were a few of us that only managed one win. So it could've been worse. I tied for the high hand on the night with 24 points. You know your in trouble when you score a 24 point hand, and you still lose the game."

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Familiar faces of cribbage...

From Chippertue's World:

"I kept looking at the guy because he looked so familiar and then it dawned on me, it was Jim of Jim and Brenda. They come by every two or three months to play cribbage with our cribbage group, it just kind of threw me a little bit because I wasn't expecting to see him and I couldn't think of where I knew him from. It made me realize that I'm ready for another cribbage night. His parents are the sweetest couple and I really think that they would love it here."


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Clifford R. B. Perreault... Pegged Out...

From the MiningGazette.com:

CENTENNIAL — Clifford R. B. Perreault, 75, a resident of Centennial Location, passed away on Tuesday, February 5, 2008, at his home following a lengthy illness.

He was born on February 4, 1933, in Centennial, a son of the late Homer and Olympe (Goodreau) Perreault.

After attending the local schools, he joined the National Guard. Later, he enlisted in the U.S. Air Force during the Korean War.

He met and married Barbara Joe Hamm on June 28, 1952 in Fort Worth, Texas. In 2007, they celebrated their 55th anniversary.

Formerly employed by the C&H Mines, he later returned to school and obtained an associates degree in Forestry from Michigan Tech. He then worked for the DNR, Connor Forestry, Goodman, and retired from Louisiana Pacific.

Cliff was an avid fisherman and hunter who had a wide variety of interests. He was a jack of all trades who loved working outside. He was a talented wood craftsman and donated handmade toys to local charities for many years. He enjoyed playing horseshoes and cards, especially cribbage, and for years hosted a cribbage club at his home. He served as a Boy Scout Leader for Troop 200 of the old Sacred Heart School, He also coached women’s softball and enjoyed bowling.

He was preceded in death by his parents; a son, James; brothers, Raymond, Walter and Leo; and sisters, Agnes and Eunice.

Surviving are his wife, Barbara; children, Jennie, Homer, Carolyn (Charles), George, Roger, Clifford (Darcy); grandchildren, Linda (Mike), Dave, Christopher (Barb), Samantha (Aron), Amanda (Kurt), James, Daniel, Nicole, Sarah (Julio), Jessica (Jeff), Jason (Adria), Sara (John) and Nathan; great-grandchildren, Markus, Alex, Faith, Kali, Taylor, Zander, Sylas, John and Eliza; sisters-in-law, Charmaine and Hilka; numerous nieces, nephews, cousins; and special friends, Nancy Rule and Phoebe Wienke.

Funeral services will be held on Saturday, February 9, 2008, at 11 a.m. in the Erickson Crowley Funeral Home in Calumet with Fr. Wayne Marcotte to officiate. Burial will be in the Calvary Cemetery in Ahmeek.

Friends may call at the Erickson Crowley Funeral Home on Friday from 4 to 8 p.m.

Friends may leave condolences for the family at ericksoncrowley.com.



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Cribbage at 104...

From CadillacNews.com
"Anna Norman celebrates 104 years

By Mardi Suhs

Anna Norma was born at the dawn of the twentieth century when the life expectancy was about 48 years. On Feb. 9 Anna will celebrate her 104th birthday. She discusses what she thinks it takes to live such a long live. And she shows off her hand in a mean game of cribbage."

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Estrella Damm Cribbage League

From the Costa Blanca Leader online:

"Oh what it is to be happy, my Tavern "B" team won for the second time in 11 weeks. Our secret for success is that we played with 3 new packs of cards provided by Bill and Sue and they seem to have changed our luck. Long may it continue? We didn’t move up the league but we feel a lot better. Dorothy’s Porterhouse were overwhelmed and from our normal losing position at 4-2 we managed to win the last 3 games."

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A Eulogy to Robert Taylor... cribbage player

From the Gloucester Daily Times - MA, USA

Jim Rees, on behalf of he and his wife, Mary, made the following presentation at the First Baptist Church in Rockport at the Feb. 2 memorial service of the late Robert Taylor.

"I first met Bob over nine years ago under very trying circumstances. I was very ill and frankly the medical community could not help. Bob Taylor had a huge hand in helping me get well again. In the process Bob became like a second father to me and a very trusted friend to the entire family.

During the first three years of our friendship we would see each other almost every day usually for three to five hours. I was very fortunate that I found someone who had all the skills that Bob had who could also devote the time needed to help me get well again.

But, what I'm telling most of you about Bob, you already know. He was a man who would give selflessly of himself in order to help others. For those of you who didn't know Bob well here is a brief list of the ways in which Bob helped out in the community over the years.

· He worked as a counselor with both NUVA in Gloucester and the Veterans Administration Hospital in Buffalo, NY.

· He worked with Wellspring

· He volunteered at the Middleton Correctional Facility

· He cooked suppers at Trinity church

· He volunteered at the food pantry and with other institutions where people needed help

· He assisted countless people associated with AA, helping to heal entire families.

· Lastly, he would listen to anyone, friend or stranger, who was having problems and do what he could to help them

Now here are some things most of you probably didn’t know about Bob. Did you know that he was a triple threat? I’m not talking about singing, dancing and acting. I mean the big three.

1. Golf

2. Cribbage

3. and Pool

Let me explain:

Bob was a member of the New England PGA during the 1950s and '60s. As a teenager he caddied and would play for hours at his home course in Reading, one time winning the club championship. When we first met we would play some of the local courses and as Bob got older our golfing time was spent watching it on TV together.

Regarding cribbage, I don’t think there was a cribbage tournament held in the North Shore that Bob didn’t enter. I know that whenever I went over to his apartment we would play cribbage for hours. He was a very accomplished player who won some tournaments and usually finished up near the top.

And finally pool. Bob and I must have hit every pool hall on the North Shore. I’m not talking about once in a while. I mean 3-4 times a week. It was during one of these games, as Bob was about to run the table and win the match, he looked up at me and said, “You know I have a nickname”. He then calmly made the shot, looking at me the whole time, and finished by saying, “its Hollywood”. For those of you who don’t know there was a famous movie actor named Robert Taylor …

Another part of Bob you may or may not have known about was his love of parakeets. Bob lived in a two-bedroom apartment with a separate kitchen and living room. The living room was actually an aviary. Some people have a parakeet or two they keep in a cage. Bob had 17 that he hatched from eggs who had free range of the living room. Not only that, each had its own name and distinct personality.

When I first met Bob we would meet in his living room. The birds would all be lined up on the curtain rods silently gawking at me, the interloper. It was a little bit spooky. As the birds became more familiar with me they would compete with me for Bob’s attention by trying to squawk louder than I was talking.

But it gets better. One night, a snowstorm left me stranded over Bob’s apartment and the only place to sleep was on the couch in …the living room. By the way I hate birds but never told Bob this. During the night I could hear the birds talking to one another and sometimes would hear them fly through the room. When dawn came and I awoke there were parakeets watching me from the curtain rods, parakeets on the floor surrounding the couch, parakeets roosting on my chest and as I turned my head there were, yes, 2 parakeets staring at me on my pillow. I never spent another night at Bob’s again.

As Bob got older the friendship that had developed between us evolved. As a result of the life skills that Bob imparted to me, I was now able to be of help to Bob when he needed it. A perfect example of this was when Sylvia, Bob’s longtime companion, became increasingly ill in the last couple of years of her life. When Bob needed someone to talk things out he now could turn to me. When Sylvia died Bob was heart broken but he was not alone. All the people that he had helped in the past were now there for him. That’s what Bob taught us all. To be there for others in need.

In the last week of Bob’s life we were talking. Out of no where Bob mentioned a few people that were very dear to him. He suggested to me that I should check up on them occasionally. Bob had never mentioned this before. After the fire this was the first thing I thought about. It was almost as if Bob had had a premonition of things to come and was giving me his last instruction.

You hear people talking about legacies, typically politicians. These are usually empty, self-centered goals and ambitions. Bob’s legacies, however, are the people in this church today. His quiet, gentile spirit lives on in the people he knew. The individuals he helped in AA. The people that he helped along the way expecting nothing in return. These people will perpetuate the guiding principals that Bob taught them and he himself lived by.

· Live one day at a time

· Progress not perfection

· Give freely what has been given to you

· Live life on life’s terms

· And always help someone in need

These ideals have stood the test of time and made Bob Taylor the man that he was."

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Checkers, cat, cribbage...

From skylerlewis.com:


This is an easy one... the cat's name is Checkers...
Nice, but no wonder he looks angry, that hand looks pitiful.

Cribbage for Palm OS...

To get this click here...

50 year wait for perfect hand...

50-year wait well worth perfection

Mike Chouinard
The Times


Tuesday, December 25, 2007

From the Chilliwack Times

"...Herbert Werth had been playing cribbage for more than 50 years, and like most who play the game, he'd never come close to the coveted 29 hand.


"I never I thought I'd get one," he says.

Werth actually had a dilemma when dealt his hand: he actually had two jacks and had to decide which of the two to keep to go along with the strong hand of three fives.

"For a minute I had to think," he says.

When the fourth five was cut from the deck, he was stunned and tried not to let on what had happened.

"He kept a straight face," wife Frida says, adding, "As soon as the five came up he showed us the hand....He had the sense to throw away the right jack."

Werth said his son-in-law once came close with a 28 hand, but he's never even had the four fives and the jack, let alone get the cut for the extra point, despite playing since his days in the military.

"When I was in the forces, when we had spare time we used to play crib," he says.

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Cribbage, Christmas and cursed Egyptian mummies...

From It's My Life

"We aren't having too much of a fancy holiday this year. I'm not in the mood. I don't feel spiritually like celebrating the return of the sun or birth of the year. I'm disconnected in some vital way of womanhood in our culture. Not sure if I want to reconnect, either, lol.

At least I get to see more of my children. Gin wants me to teach her naalbinding, and she made a skirt I want to put buttonholes on. And she was very cute wanting to shake presents. It was just adorable. So when Isaiah and Em leave for Christmas eve at her family's home, I'll do this for Gin until she gets home or unless Van suggests something else. Like cribbage?

Edit: It's 9 pm and we are watching Hildago. The sandstorm is coming and I've enough brandy in me to seeing a mashup between this movie and The Mummy. Just hoping Hidalgo doesn't have to outrun some cursed egyptian criminal. He's a nice horse."

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Big Brothers, cribbage and yodeling

From OurMidland.com
"John Marcou of Midland, left, shares a laugh with Kilian Goodson, 16, of Midland after shopping in the Midland Mall last week. Marcou has been Goodson's Big Brother through Big Brothers Big Sisters for seven and a half years. "I beat you at cribbage constantly," Goodson said. "Yeah, but when you turn eighteen, all bets are off," Marcou quipped. "It has kept me young. I'm kind of young at heart. I always look forward to hanging out with Kilian," Marcou said."

"Their bond was formed from the first day of their mentorship program, when Kilian asked John if they could go cliff diving. They didn’t, but the spirit of finding adventurous things to do lived on, with the friends going to playgrounds, soccer games and fishing. They also played ball, challenged each other at cribbage and even tried yodeling, which led to a few odd looks from people when they would crank up the volume on a yodeling CD."

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1 out of 3 and Social D... cribbage update...

From John Burns:

"Jason and I once again managed to win 1 game out of 3 against the two teams we faced Monday night. Why can't we rise above this 1 of 3 junk? Oh, well. It's still fun. I've had all the Social D albums playing on shuffle since Monday. Since I listen to music most of the daytime, that's adding up to a lot. Can't really go wrong with Social D though."

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Cribbage, Sinatra and a wife...

From The Big Transition:

"I can’t help but get a little scared about this stuff. Life is basically supposed to go down a set path, right? It goes high school, college, job, wife, kids, etc, etc. Eventually you end up in Boca enjoying the world of cribbage and Frank Sinatra music. I guess some other stuff happens, but nothing really outside of those major events. What I realized when I heard this news last night is that I am almost at the “wife” point in my life, and that’s kind of scary!"

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Matthew Joseph Taborski Sr.

Matthew Joseph Taborski Sr. died peacefully in his sleep Monday, Jan. 14, 2008, at his home in Reno, Nev. He was 84. He was born in Calumet City, Ill. Sept. 12, 1923, to Polish immigrants Karol and Sophie Taborski.

During the first half of his career, Matt, a devoted father, grandfather and loving husband, worked in the restaurant and bar business, which complemented his outgoing personality, hearty laugh and warm smile. In 1959, while living in Reno, he married the former Sandy Bader of Meadow Valley. The couple moved to Quincy in 1964 and Matt became the manager of the Happy Hollow Tavern ("The Sump") in the basement of the Quincy Hotel. In 1966, he and "Red" Logan became business partners and hired contractors to build them a facility they named The Patio, which immediately became a popular dinner house and lounge in East Quincy (now the Elks Lodge). Ready for a career change, the couple sold The Patio in 1971, and eventually moved to Paso Robles, where they owned and operated two travel agencies; taking full advantage of the many travel perks the industry afforded its travel agents. In 2000, after traveling much of the world, they were ready for retirement and they sold the agencies and returned to Reno.

Matt served his country as a corporal in the United States Marines. He was an avid cribbage player and, in his early years, he also enjoyed hunting, fishing and playing golf. He also had a love for music and began collecting albums in the early 1950s. In a short time, his collection eventually grew to well over 2,000 titles featuring virtually every artist of that era. Matt will also be remembered by many as a master of the barbecue who thoroughly enjoyed sharing his grilling and culinary skills with frequent backyard gatherings of family and friends.

He was preceded in death by his brother Walt and sister Helen. He is survived by Sandy, his wife and best friend for 48 years; sons Karl of Paso Robles, Matthew Jr. and Michael of Quincy, John, of Taylorsville, Robert, of Eureka and daughter Kathy Jacobs of Reno. He also leaves behind 13 grandchildren and 8 great- grandchildren. At his request, there will not be any services.

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Cribbage and family drama...

From the Arizona Republic:

"Instead, later that evening as my cousins played and laughed around me, my father sat at the small kitchen table, smoking his Tiparillo while he played cribbage with my uncle. As I walked by, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. He needled me to speak, but I denied him the victory.

Never once did I tell him I was sorry for being a jackass. Almost nine years ago, I lost that chance."

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100 years old and still pegging....

From the Boston Globe:

"These days, Irene Davey lives alone in her house in Attleboro, cooking for herself and family members who stop by to bring her groceries and to taste her fabled chicken soup. She solves a crossword puzzle each day, and when friends come over, they play Scrabble and cribbage.

She says she is in perfect health. Her daughter, Patty, said she "doesn't look a day older than 75." Her son, Martin, calls her every morning, "and if he doesn't call me by 8:45 I'm having a nervous breakdown," Davey said. "I worry that there's something wrong with him."

After Harold died, Davey never remarried. "To tell you the truth, it gets lonely," she told her friends yesterday. Moments later, she was leaning against the shoulder of state Senator Scott P. Brown, one of the many officials who took turns sitting next to her in the living room of the senior center.

"I can't propose to you, because I'm married," said Brown.

"That's OK," she told Brown, who is 48 years old, after a brief pause. "You're too old for me."

Full article at http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2008/01/26/a_birthday_one_century_in_the_making/

29 - the hard way...

From Miss 604

“On December 2, 1953 the Province reported (on the front page): “Bill Stone, 525 East Keith Road, North Vancouver, got his perfect cribbage hand the hard way Tuesday night. Playing with neighbor Bob MacKay, Stone had a king, pair of aces and a four in his hand as well as two fives. So he tossed the fives into his crib. MacKay had 6-7-8-8 and a five and a jack of spades. He threw the five and jack into the crib, the five of spades was cut and thus Stone had his perfect 29 hand.”

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Cribbage retirement plan... BUG!

From Wilsonworld: http://wilsonworld.typepad.com/wilsonworld/2008/01/a-natural.html

"Since Bug was small..ok smaller than she is now....she has been fascinated with patterns. She sees patterns everywhere, even where no one else can see them.
I always thought this was a bit annoying..as in "Mommy-can-you-see-the-pattern-that-the-blades-of-grass- are-making...dark-green-light-green-greenish-brownish...and-the-patterns-on-the-tree-over-there-and- oh-look-at-the-patterns-that-the-lines-on-your-face-make-when-you-wrinkle-your-eyes-like-that.." Get the idea?

But i have found a use for it..and i am now counting on Bug as my new retirement plan.

She can see patterns in cards.
As in playing cards.

Yesterday i set out to teach the kids how to play cribbage. It was one of my favourite games as a child and one that we would all play down on the flats in the fall when we were fishing. Santa brought me a cribbage board for Christmas, since he knew that i had been wanting to play again. Now i have not played in many many years, and it took a bit of remembering on my part as to how to score/peg points. I went online and played a few hands just to help the old memory. Bug sat with me and watched. She even played a hand or two. Then we headed into the kitchen and started out with our own board. And that is when it all made sense. After the first hand, i attempted to help her score her cards...but she had already done it..and had found combinations that i had missed. I thought it was a fluke, until she did it again..and again...until the game was done and she had kicked my butt..."

Full post here: http://wilsonworld.typepad.com/wilsonworld/2008/01/a-natural.html

3-year-old Cribbage player...

From Heather Yaxley - Greenbanana views of public relations and more:

"I think that my love of numbers dates back to my grandparents, who taught me to count by playing cards. This wasn’t some innocent game of snap, but hard-core cribbage. It must have been funny to hear a sweet three year old say “fifteen two, fifteen four and one for his knob”. We also used to follow horse-racing, so I learned how to calculate odds and read the jockeys’ names from the newspaper. Probably not a conventional education, but it worked for me..."

Full post: http://greenbanana.wordpress.com/2008/01/03/im-a-pr-addicted-to-numbers/

Literary Cribbage...

From Hail! Mount Helicon:


"He had bet on dried peas, spinning tops and the progress of ants along a gold-topped walking stick. He had played cribbage for two or three pounds a game. But he had never bet from greed or avarice. The state of his coal scuttle, the condition of his shoes, all attested to that."

Full post at: http://fromhelicon.blogspot.com/2008/01/oscar-and-lucinda.html

Cribbage books and feeding squirrels...

From "Feeding Squirrel on the Way to Work":

"At Baker Street Books, I bought a copy of The Iliad. I’d read The Odyssey a long time ago, enjoyed it, and have been wanting to tackle The Iliad - but I knew it would take me much longer than a library loan to read it. So, now I own it. Phillip gave me his gift certificate, and asked me to find him a book on cribbage. The closest thing I found was a used copy of The Complete Hoyle, for half the price of the value of his gift certificate, so that’s what I brought home to him."

Full post: http://feedingsquirrels.wordpress.com/2008/01/06/three-thirty-in-the-morning/

Tri-Citians devoted to weekly cribbage games...

Published Sunday, January 6th, 2008

JOHN TRUMBO HERALD STAFF WRITER

The dance floor at the American Legion Hall on Sylvester Street in Pasco is hardly the deck of a 19th century British warship, nor is it the cramped quarters of a World War II seaplane tender somewhere on the Pacific Ocean.

But every Wednesday evening the game is the same: Cribbage, the pastime that has occupied many a sailor's hours at sea.

A small but loyal group of cribbers attend, fiercely slapping cards down while calling out scores.

Beware the kindly looking grandmother at the end of the table who brought the chocolate fudge. She's stingy with the points and more than happy to peg victory by a wide margin.

The game of cribbage is a combination of skill and luck, with a bit of poker face thrown in. Cribbage was supposedly invented in the 1600s by Sir John Suckling, who used his wealth to play with cards and women. He ended his life early after a decade of raucus living and with his fortune gone, leaving cribbage as his only legacy to the world.

Played the world over, the game still is a favorite at English pubs and has been a sailor's pastime for centuries, from the days of wooden ships and iron men to the present.

Ken Cochlin of Kennewick is a cribbage loyalist. His ball cap boasts: "Cribbage isn't a matter of life or death. It's more important than that."

Cochlin tries to lure new players each week with want-ads on local classified pages. There are two cribbage clubs in the Tri-Cities. One meets Tuesdays, the other Wednesdays. There are fewer than 20 active members, and most are senior citizens.

Cochlin says it's hard to get recruits.

Game for two to four

Cribbage is a game for two or four people. It involves using six cards, discarding two, then playing them against an opponent's cards to add up values to 15 or 31. Points are tallied by pegging on a board with 60 or 120 holes. The goal is to be first to peg to the end.

Cribbage is easy to learn, but players who excel know how to force even a bad hand into a winner. It's all in how the cards are laid down.

"It keeps your mind active," said Harold Christy of Richland, a regular at Wednesday's Sagebrush Peggers.

And it can help children with math, noted Joan Lyon Pasco, who brought the plate of fudge and peanut brittle to a recent crib night.

Cribbage is different from most card games in that each player discards two of the six in his hand, creating a crib that will be counted for points by one of the players.

Serious business

Cribbage for fun is one thing, but cribbage is serious business for approximately 7,000 people who are card-playing members of the American Cribbage Congress.

Tournaments often are held around the country. One of the largest is in Reno, Nev., where the grand prize has been as high as $10,000.

Jeanne Jelke of Pasco has been playing competitively for about nine years.

"This is my major nonwork hobby. It's my rest and relaxation at the end of a work day," Jelke said.

Cribbage players who travel to tournaments go not for the prize money, but for the fun and camaraderie, said Lynn Gillespie of Kennewick, who is a pretty respectable pegger and has placed at Reno.

"The people who play cribbage are very nice people. It's a good game for retirement," Gillespie said.

Jelke, Cochlin and Gillespie plan to attend the Grand Nationals to be held in September in Portland. Last year, Gillespie and Jelke attended the event when it was held in Portland, Maine.

Cochlin wears his cribbage hat all day, every day, hoping to attract some new players to the crib.

"People say their parents used to play and they learned from them. They say they'd like to try it again, but they never show up," he said.

"A lot of (the no-shows) has to do with the electronic age. Our parents played for entertainment, but now with television and computers there is too much competition," Jelke said.

Hermiston club oldest

Despite the dearth of recruits, cribbage clubs abound, little known, and in all sorts of places.

There are about 300 clubs across the U.S. and Canada.

The Sagebrush Peggers are No. 184, while the Tuesday night group, named Team Washington -- which was the first in the state -- is No. 39. That, of course, is only coincidental to the fact that Washington has 39 counties.

And where is the No. 2 club in the nation? It's in Hermiston.

No. 1 no longer exists.

The Hermiston club, called Oregon's First, meets at 6:30 p.m. Wednesdays at the Eagles Lodge, 160 N.W. Second St. Denny Edwards said the Hermiston club formed in the 1980s, and was given No. 2 because the club that held it had disbanded.

Gillespie said he goes to the Grand National every year, both to play cribbage and to take a 10-day vacation to see the sights and enjoy old friendships.

For more information on how to sign up for the Sagebrush Peggers or Washington First, call Cochlin at 205-1873 or Willy Schneider at 544-8769. People interested in joining Oregon's First can call Edwards at 541-567-3336.

Original article at:http://www.tri-cityherald.com/tch/local/story/9557413p-9469833c.html

Screwed out of Cribbage history...

From Malotke Cribbage Weblog:

"On Sunday, January 7th, 2008 I was screwed out of history. When the dice stopped rolling, I was 1 singular point away from the infamous double skunk. I know what you are thinking, but it is true. Gerry was sitting at the 59th peg, and I was at the 110th. Since he dealt, I had first count, and therefore was allocated first count. I needed 10 points to go out, and I had 9! I tried to peg 10, but hawk-eye Gerry caught me, and I was forced to settle for the “1 point from history game.” I have since retired the board and I am putting it up for auction. If you are interested, respond with an offer."

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Cribbage under the tree...

From Broken Wing Blogger:

Under the tree...
"And the other brothers gave me my own cribbage board. It looks similar to this one except the lid is not hinged, there is blank space at either end, so it’s slightly longer and the pegs are black, white and silver instead of sliver gold and copper."

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Cribbage and the King of Rock-n-Roll...

From The Canoe Dossier:

"I can tell you exactly where I was on August 16, 1977. I was only 8 years old that summer, and I don't remember much else about it, but I doubt if I'll ever forget the day I learned that The King was gone.

I was with my family, and we were gathered around a pine picnic table, in a cabin on a tiny, rocky island in Georgian Bay. We were all whiling away a rainy day. My mom and dad were playing cribbage, as I recall, and my sister and I were doing a jigsaw puzzle. I even remember the picture on the puzzle: an English fighting ship under full sail. Outside it was grey and wet; inside, we had a woodstove and a radio."

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Rev. Samuel George Bovill

From keepmecurrent.com

Life of service and caring remembered

By Kate Irish Collins
Assistant Editor-Sun Chronicle

SACO (Jan 8): The Rev. Samuel George Bovill will be remembered not only for his caring and compassionate service to others – but also for the fiercely competitive way he played cribbage, said family and friends during a service of remembrance held in his honor last week.

Bovill, who was the minister of visitation at the First Parish Congregational Church in Saco, died at his Scarborough home on Dec. 29 at the age of 86. A memorial service was held for him at First Parish on Jan. 3.

During the service, Bovill was also remembered as someone who made everything he touched better, for his sense of humor, his frugality and for being a loving husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather.

“He was truly one of those people who left everything he found better - churches, communities, families and individuals,” said Rev. Doug Nielsen, who officiated at Bovill’s service. Nielsen said one of the things he most treasured about Bovill was that he only wanted to be “increasingly useful.”

“He was the single most graceful soul I have ever known,” he added. “We have gathered to witness the life of a most marvelous man.”

Bovill was born in Philadelphia and left school at the age of 16 to help support his family during the Great Depression. When WWII broke out, he served in the Army Air Corps. After mustering out of the Army in 1946, Bovill attended the Bangor Theological Seminary and the University of Maine at Orono.

He served in six different congregational churches throughout his career as a minister, including 21 years at the Williston-West Church on Portland’s West End. While living in Portland, Bovill was named one of the first recipients of the Jefferson Award, which is given for outstanding public service.

Just a few of his outreach activities included serving fish chowder luncheons to local senior citizens for more than 11 years and being an active volunteer with Hospice of Maine, various local libraries and with Little League.

Bovill and his wife, Victoria, had a total of five children. One of their children, James Bovill, died in 1983. The Bovill’s also have 19 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren.

At the memorial service last week, Bovill’s family remembered him as being a huge Red Sox fan, a fierce cribbage player and someone who always saw the positive in every situation.

“He was not the nice old man many of you knew from church on Sunday when the cribbage board came out,” Bovill’s grandson Matthew Richards recalled, garnering laughter from those filling the pews in the crowded church.

“But he always saw the positive in every situation and could always find the silver lining. If you could all take this trait and add it to your lives I know it would make my Gramp proud,” Richards said.

Another grandson, Andrew Lupien, put together a few lines from various poems written by Bovill’s favorite poet – Robert Burns of Scotland.

“If my parting has left a void, fill it with remembered joys . . . My life’s been full I’ve savored much . . . If you listen with your heart you’ll hear my love around you soft and clear,” Lupien quoted.

A granddaughter, Devon Bovill, said her grandfather was someone who knew how to live every day to its “absolute fullest” and that he also knew life was beautiful.

Robert Bovill, one of the Bovill’s three sons, said that although his parents weren’t the wealthiest people they still managed to give their five children the best gift there is – unconditional love.

“I know dad always worried about whether we knew he loved us. And I would tell him with or without words he always showed his family how much he loved them. His actions always showed how deeply his unconditional love flowed,” he said.

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Cribbaholics in 10 countries...

Wow! Take a couple of weeks away from the blog and look what happens. We now have 10 countries with Cribbaholics in them! You can see the beakdown of how many and from which countries by checking the neocounter on the left side of this page... you may have to scroll down just a bit.

Very cool!