Okay, I'll be the first to admit it... this is a blatant beg for money. Why me, why now? Well, I need to raise some funds so that I can have my Crash Cribbage game transformed into an electronic version that can be played online!
Here's the deal... I have been seeking for someone able to design a good version of Crash Cribbage for several years now. I finally have found that person - Damien Blond of King's Cribbage online - but I don't have the required funds to be able to get this project running. I need about $4,000. Could probably get a good start with just 3K$, but 4 would really put me in there. I don't see that as an extraordinary amount by any means! Unfortunately, I have a problem.
My problem is that I have had, for the past 6 years, about 2,000 Crash Cribbage boards sitting in my garage. Yes, I do sell them so there are probably only 1500 at this point. It is slow steady sales. I don't really have a lot of time to proactively market them so they continue to sell slow and steady. I spent close to 10K$ on product development, etc and for the first run of 2100 boards. That is money that has NOT been recuped yet from my sales. So, to get back to "the problem," (remember i said there is a problem?)... the problem is that if I tell my wife that I'm going to spend an additional 3-4K$ on developing an electronic version of my garage-filler she may just sneak up behind me with a cast iron frying pan and help me to overcome my enthusiasm.
So, you see, if the money were to be donated at least I can avoid medical expenses of fixing my skull. Actually, my wife is the best! Her reservations are well founded -- especially with our children having a nasty habit of wanting to eat and wear clothes... how can I argue???
Please save my family! Donate now by sending $4,000 to my paypal account using my email of joe@ablekane.com... respond to this offer and you will enter the realm of immortality since I will name the annual Crash Cribbage Tournament Trophy after you and your name will forever be affiliated with Crash Cribbage. When people think of online Crash Cribbage they will think of you. Here's an example:
If your name is John Doe, the trophy will be: The "John Doe Crash Cribbage Cup"... Imagine your name there and log on to paypal now... You know you want to be immortal like Sir John Suckling himself!
Sincerely,
Joe
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Bored gamer prefers Cribbage...
From Knight Watch:
"...When I was a child, I didn't play board games like Candyland or Chutes and Ladders. I grew up in a Cribbage family. Cribbage is played by two players with a deck of cards and a board with four pegs to keep score. Cribbage dates back to whaling days when it was likely only two men at a time would be free to play a game. Although a wild card provides a bit of luck, it's primarily a strategic competition. Cribbage spoiled me for Monopoly and Clue. For me those games were bored games..."
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Prince of Wales sweeps the boards...
From Malvern Gazette:
"THE Prince of Wales swept the boards at Ledbury Cribbage League's annual presentation night, winning the league and team knock-out and finishing runners-up in the Ken Long Trophy.
The British Legion won the Ken Long Trophy and were runners-up in the knock-out. The Green Dragon were league runners-up and the Duke of York won the Crocket league's Memorial at Sunday's event."
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"THE Prince of Wales swept the boards at Ledbury Cribbage League's annual presentation night, winning the league and team knock-out and finishing runners-up in the Ken Long Trophy.
The British Legion won the Ken Long Trophy and were runners-up in the knock-out. The Green Dragon were league runners-up and the Duke of York won the Crocket league's Memorial at Sunday's event."
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Sunday, June 1, 2008
Cribbage Corner is now updated...
If you have not checked out this site you should do it now! There is a lot of great info related to cribbage.
Cribbage at Victoria's Secret...
From Tortious:
Victoria's Secret taught me many a thing, some I will save for another time, but suffice to say:
Never question a man who is at a lingerie store looking for gifts for his Mom, his Girl AND his Baby Momma. Just smile and grab a flannel set, some perfume and a pair of crotchless panties.
I hate people and thank GOD I became BFF with the store manager and she let me act on my OCD-ness and work processing and the back room organization. Oh and goof off with her gossiping in the back room, drinking Starbucks and talking about poop and which fireman we were, uh… playing cribbage, yeah, cribbage with that weekend.
No one needs over 20 bras. No One. Ever. And yet, if they are free, you just keep racking them up! (like the pun there? Rack! Racking!, yeah I'm just re-DONK-ulously funny. No?)
And finally, naughty underpants make even the worst situation easier to deal with.
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Cribbage lessons with Dad...
From nerdygirlramblings:
"We sat, side by side as the cards were shuffled and dealt. He said I might have to whisper so Mom couldn’t have any hints. The cards were top secret and so he carefully showed them to me and asked me “Can you add any of the numbers together to get 15?”
I pointed out a combination and he grouped together more. He told me we would have to give Mom two cards and asked which ones I thought were the least important. I picked the cards and the game started in play. 5. 10. 15-2. 25. 31 for 2 and a go makes 3. What were they talking about – the cards flew out of their hands so fast. I was frustrated – so they showed me what the numbers meant as I counted points off on the board. Dad said I’d have to watch a couple times to learn all the rules and how to play – but as I’m watching I could be on his team."
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"We sat, side by side as the cards were shuffled and dealt. He said I might have to whisper so Mom couldn’t have any hints. The cards were top secret and so he carefully showed them to me and asked me “Can you add any of the numbers together to get 15?”
I pointed out a combination and he grouped together more. He told me we would have to give Mom two cards and asked which ones I thought were the least important. I picked the cards and the game started in play. 5. 10. 15-2. 25. 31 for 2 and a go makes 3. What were they talking about – the cards flew out of their hands so fast. I was frustrated – so they showed me what the numbers meant as I counted points off on the board. Dad said I’d have to watch a couple times to learn all the rules and how to play – but as I’m watching I could be on his team."
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Monday, May 26, 2008
Winipegging cribbage lover...
From Terry*:
"Interestingly, this reminded me of something else I’ve been contemplating here on Terry*, namely what could the developed and developing world do without (with respect to pollution and carbon emissions) and still be content with their lifestyle? We’re very much used to getting all (or close to all) that we want with little reflection spent on how we actually came to acquire these ‘things’. Might we be perfectly content in an energy or carbon limiting world if we settled for a great cup of coffee, or a few squares of chocolate, an acoustic guitar, the entire Startrek TNG collection on DVD, or a deck of cards and cribbage board?"
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Carpet sharks and cribbage camping...
From PETerinarian:
"The carpet shark (called a wobbegong here) had the back half of a shark, but the front half was perfectly camoflaged with the coral. Our photo didn't turn out, but here's what he looked like...."
"After the dive, we drove back out to our campsite at cape range park where we settled in for a delicious meal mashed potato and thai tuna steaks over our whizzy new backpacking stove. After Nathan accepted a crushing defeat in cribbage he sulked for the rest of the evening with his book, while a slipped off to dreamland in the glow of victory (or our camp lantern)."
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Estrella Damm Cribbage League with Ron Sheldon...
From yourlocalnewspaper.info:
"Well, all is now done for this season and the climax of our season produced a classic final of the Knockout competition. the league finished 4 weeks ago with Shady´s "A", headed by captain Brian walking away with the league title in front of Sportsman "A" and Billies "B" by a clear 14 points and you can see from the photo how happy they were - well, some of them."
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
Hard work, good food, cribbage... 90 years and going strong...
From Wendy Johnson, Pine Journal:
"Today, surrounded by the fields along Highway 1 that have been part and parcel of his entire lifetime, Holmes enjoys life at a little slower – but equally lively – pace....
His parents came to the Wrenshall area from Iowa in 1901 after his dad first moved there to build a house for them. When Holmes’ two half brothers moved to the area to work in the brick yards, one of them bought 80 acres of property which the family later divvied up and settled on.
His dad and uncle were carpenters and they built several of the houses throughout the area.
In 1919, an adjoining farm came up for sale and Holmes’ parents bought it at the time Kenny was just six months old. There, they raised dairy cattle and vegetables, starting out with potatoes and later expanding to include cabbage as well.
Many of the vegetables they raised went out by rail from Duluth, though some went to supply local markets as well.
“My dad sold the first carload of vegetables – mainly potatoes, cabbage, carrots and beets – to Gersgohl’s Economy Market when they first opened in a tent on Second Avenue West,” related Holmes.
Holmes was one of a family of seven boys and one girl, and his earliest memory of growing up on the farm was “Hard work!” he exclaimed.
“We made our own fun, though,” he added. “There was no money to buy toys like there is today. In the summer we were kept pretty busy working on the farm, but in the winter we liked skating and skiing – outdoor things.
“We were lucky enough to have factory-made skis, but they weren’t anything like the ones people have today,” he continued. “They had just a strap over the top, and you stuck your foot in there. We’d go a little ways and then the ice would build up and we’d have to stop and get rid of it. The first skates we had just clamped onto the bottom of our shoes.”
The family’s original farmhouse burned down in 1927.
“It happened on a Sunday when we were at the neighbors for dinner,” Holmes recollected. “They think it was the wood cook stove that started it.”
They rebuilt on the same site in 1928, living in the brick house next door in the interim.
When Holmes started school in Wrenshall, he and his brothers and sister rode to class in a horse-drawn school bus.
“It carried around 20 people, and we were picked up around 8:15 in the morning,” he recalled. “There was one bus that came from down south, around Pleasant Valley, and another from out on County 18.”
The school was built around 1920, and Holmes started classes there in 1924.
“My second oldest brother was among the first ones to graduate from 12th grade in that building,” Holmes said.
Back then, and for several years after, they used to have “cabbage vacations” in Wrenshall, usually on the first Thursday and Friday of October, as the geese were flying south and most of the kids had to go out and help their families cut cabbage.
Holmes graduated as part of a class of 12 students in 1936.
“Surprisingly, there are four of us still living,” he related.
He recalls going to prom with a girl who graduated a year ahead of him (“One of the DeCaigny girls...” he recalled), which was held at the school, along with a banquet. Their class trip – all the way down to the park in Fond du Lac.
After high school, Holmes said it was pretty much a foregone conclusion that he would stay on the farm and help his dad. From that time on, he continued farming until 1966.
While Holmes was still on the farm, his sister went to work for an attorney in Duluth and later introduced Kenny to his future bride, Margaret.
“The two of them used to have lunch at one of the dime stores in Duluth, and one day Margaret invited my sister up to her house for a meal,” said Holmes. “Then my sister invited Margaret out to our house for a meal, and that’s when I met her.”
Holmes was 24 years old at the time, and it didn’t take long before the lovely girl from Duluth stole his heart.
“She came out one weekend and we went to the Military Inn for a dance. It was pretty much sparks right off the bat,” he admitted with a grin.
“I can attest that the sparks were still there for all the years they were married!” chuckled long-time friend and neighbor, Dale Wolfe.
The two were married in St. Mary’s Star of the Sea Church in Duluth, he in a business suit, and she in a long, white dress. Holmes said they went “all the way to Fort Francis!” for their honeymoon.
Margaret and Kenny were happily married for 57 years and had three daughters.
“He had the advantage of being married to not only a great spouse,” recalled Wolfe fondly, “but everybody’s mother.”
The Holmeses built a place right next to his parents’ house, where they lived until 1969, continuing to farm. It was a big step for a “big city” girl to move to the country – but one Margaret grew to love.
“At first, she was kind of lonesome and she mentioned it was dark and there were no street lights,” Holmes reflected. “But she adapted!”
After many years of farming, Holmes decided the time had come to make a change.
“It was either spend a lot of money to upgrade the dairy or get out of it and go to work at the school,” he said. “I’m glad I made the change.”
He went to work at the Wrenshall school as the bus foreman, where he stayed for the next 26 years. He did all the bus route scheduling, took care of the mechanical repairs and also drove bus.
“I started out west and south of here down County 3, and then I went to the County 18 route,” he said.
“Everybody knew and loved Kenny,” Wolfe reminisced of Holmes’ years as bus foreman. “Very few people called him Mr. Holmes. It was always Kenny.”
And as most any rural route bus driver will attest, there were times that being a bus driver could test one’s mettle – such as the inevitable blizzards.
“One time the weather was so bad the parents were calling in because the superintendent wouldn’t let school out,” recalled Holmes. “He finally did at 2 p.m., and by then there was one route I couldn’t make – County 102. Usually, if the weather got bad, we just put chains on the bus and drove anyway.”
Holmes can recall another, more hair-raising incident that could very well have led to tragic circumstances.
“I was going north on Highway 23 and stopped at the house of two girls,” he explained. “They were standing on their side of the highway, ready to cross, and I had the stop arm out and the flashing lights on. The two of them set out, and the second one had almost stepped out when a car swerved out and passed me on the shoulder, narrowly missing the girl. I got his license number, but we didn’t press charges because the guy was so distraught. I’m sure that was punishment enough.”
“Of course, back then all the bus drivers had to do was call the parents,” added Wolfe. “There was nothing worse than to have Kenny Holmes call them, because he was so highly regarded.”
Holmes said he never had a problem with discipline until the last year that he drove bus.
“It was getting worse at that time, and I can only imagine what it must be like today,” he related. “The first time I ever had to take anyone to the office was also the last. Before that, I had always dealt with it myself. There were two kids involved, and the superintendent and the principal were there. too. When they called the parents, this lady said, ‘My kids can do no wrong.’ I thought right then and there, ‘I’ve had enough....’”
Having already reached the Rule of 90 (the time a teacher qualifies for retirement benefits), Holmes retired in 1982.
“I’ll never forget the remark my brother-in-law made to me at the time,” said Holmes. “He said, ‘Before you retire, you’d better get a physical and make sure you’re in good shape!’”
After that, it seemed Holmes was busier than ever. He became active in the Wrenshall Development group, which he and two others organized in order to build a restaurant in town.
“There were three of us, including Hugh Line and the late Cliff Goad,” Holmes said. “Hugh was the instigator and we all pitched in. It took us five years. The first two years were spent raising money and selling shares, and the next three years we spent putting up the building. We got the bricks from an old barn that had once housed horses for the brick yards. The walls were all bricks, so we demolished that and salvaged them for the restaurant.”
It has been 15-16 years since it opened, and the Brickyard Restaurant is still going strong today.
Holmes and the rest of the Wrenshall Development group also arranged to have a sign installed at the Silverbrook Cemetery and trees planted throughout the city, where it was once all farmland.
“They had a lot of foresight, those three,” commented Wolfe.
Throughout his life, Holmes has always liked to hunt and fish, and he once went bear hunting with his brother in the Boundary Waters.
“I never really shot a bear,” he admitted, ”though I did see one!”
He especially liked going fishing in the Gunflint Trail area, as well as in Ely and Canada.
“Ken is the consummate deer hunter,” said Wolfe. “Everyone always wanted to find out how the Holmes family did.”
“I shot my first deer when I was 13, on Mud Creek,” recalled Holmes. “We never had a deer camp. We were always home at night because we had to do chores. We did a lot of walking, because that was before Highway 23 was built and there were no inroads into the areas where we hunted.”
He and his wife also traveled a lot.
“We have been in 45 of the lower 48 states,” he attested. “I’ve also been in Alaska. I think we most liked the Southwest in the winter time. I saw the desert one time when it was in bloom, and it was gorgeous. We probably would have spent our winters down there, but Margaret wouldn’t leave her sisters or our daughter, Mary Kay, who had Down Syndrome.”
Holmes has served on the board at Pinewood for some 16 years – and is still going strong.
“I told them I was going to retire when I got to be 90,” he said, “and they accepted that. But so far, they haven’t found a replacement, and at the last meeting I told them I wouldn’t leave them short-handed and I’d stay until they found someone.”
He also recently joined the Morning Kiwanis Club in Cloquet, and he gets together with his cribbage buddies every chance he can get.
“I used to go to the Brickyard every Wednesday night to play cribbage,” he said, “but the group just kind of fizzled out. Now I just get together with friends and neighbors.”
“It’s tough when you’re going up against the best,” commented Wolfe, who regularly faces off with Holmes over the cribbage board. “He’s really shrewd!”
When asked about the changes he’s seen in Wrenshall over the years, he said probably the most significant was the closing of the brick yards.
“During the war, they couldn’t get anybody to work there,” he explained. “They reopened one brick yard after the war, but they just couldn’t get any help. Then the refinery came in.”
Holmes still does all his own grass mowing on the two and a half acres where he now lives.
“He’s a doer, and there’s not one thing he’s ever done that has not been positive,” said Wolfe, “ – either for the family, the community or friends... I can’t think of anything in his life that he’s done that anyone would ever question.”
Holmes said if he had one wish at this stage of his life, he would like most to go back to Alaska to fish, though he admitted he probably never will.
“The one time I went up there, it was a really great trip,” he reflected. “We went up into Glacier Bay. It’s amazing up there. Five of us went up in a float plane and we were able to look down and see a grizzly bear!”
When asked if he has any words of wisdom for younger folks these days, Holmes thoughtfully looked back over his 90 years and reflected on what it takes to make a happy life.
“Hard work, good food...” he began, as his voice then grew husky with emotion, “...a loving family, good friends and good neighbors.”"
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Merchant Marine, Ship's Captain, cribbage player... pegged out at 84
From Obituaries News Review:
Robert P. McKeever, 84, a tanker ship captain who spent most of his life at sea as a merchant marine, the owner of a maritime detective agency, and the head of a coal cogeneration firm, died May 14 of multiple systems atrophy, a neurological disease, at home in Center City.
Mr. McKeever grew up poor in East Falls; his father was a vegetable huckster and his mother told fortunes by reading tea leaves from the step of their rowhouse. The youngest of four children, Mr. McKeever, like his brothers, went to sea and worked on a tanker after dropping out of the 10th grade.
During World War II, Mr. McKeever joined the Merchant Marine and saw combat in the Pacific before being discharged in 1946.
When he was 23, Mr. McKeever earned a marine pilot license and became captain of his first ship. He commanded a tanker that transported salvage through the Panama and Suez Canals for Keystone Shipping Co., one of the largest independent tanker operators under the U.S. flag.
Mr. McKeever ended his shipping career with Keystone as senior vice president of shipping and as president of Keystone Cogeneration.
While at sea, Mr. McKeever was never without an animal. “He dressed his boxer in a captain’s uniform and put him on the helm,” said his wife of 20 years, Carla Morgan. “Bob rescued a sick cat and nursed it back to health on his ship. It turned out to be a puma, and he had to donate it to a zoo.”
Mr. McKeever won a parrot in a card game and named it Hector the Garbage Collector. “The parrot sat on Bob’s shoulder and swore in Spanish,” his wife said.
In the 1970s, while still working for Keystone, Mr. McKeever purchased the Edward J. Ring Detective Agency on Front Street. He employed more than 100 people, including moonlighting Philadelphia police officers. The firm provided security for businesses on the waterfront and for ships. He sold the agency in 1993.
Mr. McKeever later founded Reliance Security in Conshohocken, which is now owned by his daughter, Kristin.
“Bob was a generous man and considered himself the protector of his large family,” his wife said. “He gave jobs to cousins, nephews, and other family members.”
Mr. McKeever married Elois Longacre in 1943, and they raised three children before the marriage ended in 1983. He married Carla Morgan in 1988. She brought three daughters to the marriage.
Mr. McKeever and his wife moved to Cape May Beach in 1993, where his tie to the ocean was fishing, boating and walking his dog on the beach.
“For years before we bought a house in Cape May, we spent summers on our power boat eating the fish we caught, relaxing and playing cribbage. Bob hated to lose to me at cribbage,” his wife said. “His trademark cocktail was scotch with a half of a peach floating in it.”
In addition to his wife, daughter and former wife, Mr. McKeever is survived by another daughter, Kathie Rosse; a son, Kevin; stepdaughters Sarah, Becky and Maria Morgan; 12 grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren.
A celebration of life will be at 3:30 p.m. May 29 at the Independence Seaport Museum, 211 S. Columbus Blvd., on Penn’s Landing. His body was donated to science.
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Robert P. McKeever, 84, a tanker ship captain who spent most of his life at sea as a merchant marine, the owner of a maritime detective agency, and the head of a coal cogeneration firm, died May 14 of multiple systems atrophy, a neurological disease, at home in Center City.
Mr. McKeever grew up poor in East Falls; his father was a vegetable huckster and his mother told fortunes by reading tea leaves from the step of their rowhouse. The youngest of four children, Mr. McKeever, like his brothers, went to sea and worked on a tanker after dropping out of the 10th grade.
During World War II, Mr. McKeever joined the Merchant Marine and saw combat in the Pacific before being discharged in 1946.
When he was 23, Mr. McKeever earned a marine pilot license and became captain of his first ship. He commanded a tanker that transported salvage through the Panama and Suez Canals for Keystone Shipping Co., one of the largest independent tanker operators under the U.S. flag.
Mr. McKeever ended his shipping career with Keystone as senior vice president of shipping and as president of Keystone Cogeneration.
While at sea, Mr. McKeever was never without an animal. “He dressed his boxer in a captain’s uniform and put him on the helm,” said his wife of 20 years, Carla Morgan. “Bob rescued a sick cat and nursed it back to health on his ship. It turned out to be a puma, and he had to donate it to a zoo.”
Mr. McKeever won a parrot in a card game and named it Hector the Garbage Collector. “The parrot sat on Bob’s shoulder and swore in Spanish,” his wife said.
In the 1970s, while still working for Keystone, Mr. McKeever purchased the Edward J. Ring Detective Agency on Front Street. He employed more than 100 people, including moonlighting Philadelphia police officers. The firm provided security for businesses on the waterfront and for ships. He sold the agency in 1993.
Mr. McKeever later founded Reliance Security in Conshohocken, which is now owned by his daughter, Kristin.
“Bob was a generous man and considered himself the protector of his large family,” his wife said. “He gave jobs to cousins, nephews, and other family members.”
Mr. McKeever married Elois Longacre in 1943, and they raised three children before the marriage ended in 1983. He married Carla Morgan in 1988. She brought three daughters to the marriage.
Mr. McKeever and his wife moved to Cape May Beach in 1993, where his tie to the ocean was fishing, boating and walking his dog on the beach.
“For years before we bought a house in Cape May, we spent summers on our power boat eating the fish we caught, relaxing and playing cribbage. Bob hated to lose to me at cribbage,” his wife said. “His trademark cocktail was scotch with a half of a peach floating in it.”
In addition to his wife, daughter and former wife, Mr. McKeever is survived by another daughter, Kathie Rosse; a son, Kevin; stepdaughters Sarah, Becky and Maria Morgan; 12 grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren.
A celebration of life will be at 3:30 p.m. May 29 at the Independence Seaport Museum, 211 S. Columbus Blvd., on Penn’s Landing. His body was donated to science.
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Sunday, May 18, 2008
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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Thursday, April 24, 2008
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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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
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
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
Monday, April 7, 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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"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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Sunday, April 6, 2008
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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Friday, April 4, 2008
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.
Read on...
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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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 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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Sunday, March 30, 2008
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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"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
"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
Monday, March 10, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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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“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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"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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Friday, February 22, 2008
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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"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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"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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"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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"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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Sunday, February 17, 2008
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)
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)
Saturday, February 16, 2008
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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"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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Thursday, February 14, 2008
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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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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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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"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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"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
Monday, February 11, 2008
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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"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:
"CrÃa 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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Sunday, February 10, 2008
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
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..."
Original article here
Saturday, February 9, 2008
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
"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/
Thursday, February 7, 2008
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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"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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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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Wednesday, February 6, 2008
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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Tuesday, February 5, 2008
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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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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