Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Longevity Of A Rabbit

The rabbit, lame from rheumatism, leaves his bungalow following twists and turns on his way to Dr. Possum's house. This rabbit with the cane has taken generations of children on that trip through the hollow.

The Uncle Wiggily books were written in 1910 by Howard Garis. In 1916 Milton Bradley placed Uncle Wiggily on the game board. Children were given hours of fun playing a simple game that is still in homes today.

What to sell and what to keep. The Loxley girls sat in the room sorting another stack of items. Some would go to Oregon. Some to the east coast residing Maryland and Virginia. June would take some to Indiana. And Trevor's would go to Colorado or to Peg's waiting for him to retrieve at a later time. Memories would go home with us, or they would find their way into other homes, homes of those who loved the farm and their memories of Mom and Dad.

The Uncle Wiggily game board surfaced. It was Peg's turn to choose. Her son, Brad, had asked for the game. His memories were those of playing the game with his cousin Jobi and later with his brother and other cousins. All of them having memories from one of the few times they would all be together on the farm.

For some reason, my son James had a particular attachment to the game. Knowing this, his cousin surprised him with a new game. Uncle Wiggily moved off of Neff Road and into another generation.

"Grammy, can we play?" asked Gabby. With warm memories in my heart, I once more sit with Uncle Wiggily making my way to Dr. Possum's house. I will pass some different characters with this generation and updated game, yet some of the old will remain: Skillery-Scallery Alligator, Cluck Cluck Chicken House, Bow Wow Dog House, Skeezics who will send me back 3 spaces, Bushytail Squirrel Tree, Rabbit Hole where I move to space 65, Wibble Wobble Duck Pond, The Bad (nasty looking) Pipsisewah and the Fox Den. Dr. Possum will be holding his doctor's bag as usual. Maybe he will have something to ease Uncle Wiggily's aching legs. He will tip his glasses and watch the rabbit as he comes down the lane. And, once more a child's laughter will follow his journey. One that for our house began on a farm on Neff Road.

In 1947, the year I was born, the game costs $.67. Today it is priceless.

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