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To: Ilaine who wrote (41551)	11/11/1999 2:36:00 PM
From: Justin C	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Our most popular marble game was called Spider. Four small holes were dug in the dirt about 3 feet apart, something like this ... O O O O O _ (starting line) The idea was to shoot your marble into the holes in sequence, with undoubtedly some complicating rules that I've long forgotten. Another marble game was Keeps, which involved winning and keeping your opponents' marbles. The school principal determined that this game involved gambling and banned it from the playground. 'Twas in the '50s, long before the Parent Lawsuit came into vogue.

To: Ilaine who wrote (41551)	11/11/1999 2:59:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I don't know what happened to varietal marbles, but you're right, they all seem to be the same now. Nice marbles, old and new, are a collector's rave. Glass makers make them, dealers sell them, yadda. Spendy. Exotic. Probably on the web, but if I go look I will waste time there, and I can't do that, because I have to waste my time somewhere else. I have seen some real beauties, but they're not kids marbles anymore. I couldn't bear to play marbles because you could lose them, lose your marbles, and I love my stuff. Period. It aint for sale and I aint even taking it's frightened little selves out of the house to where there's a chance of losing or breaking it. That would not BE NICE to the Stuff. Which is treasure, and very personal. I have six or seven various cobalt blue handmade bottles around 100 years old? And none of them are going anywhere. I can't even bear to give them away, and I'm generous. Sometimes. It's really treasure. Booty. Pirate booty. Mine. I had a handmade thing that everybody loved, out of rusty railroad spikes and purple desert glass? And I gave it to someone and never saw it again? And it turned out I shooda kep it. I'm possessive. Pathetically possessive. Eeek. I like my 1930's to 50's appliances, and can't bear thinking of the house burning down. My 1925-45 calendars? My desk collection? My escutcheons? Classics. Boxes of them. Light fixtures? Dear oh dear oh dear. I will have to be mummified with them. My plant collection? My rusty stuff? Ohhh. Glassy things, blue and purple glassy things, I might like the best. Or the bottles with the sides of the soil/acid etched Tiffany type polychromes. Iridescences. Maybe those. No ~ maybe my art collection. I have some, a bunch, of originals that are killer. Killer. One from a third grader. I asked him if he wanted to sell it, and to ask his mommy and teacher, and he got yesses it's okay, and I got a masterpiece. His teacher was a friend of mine, and she said he was ecstatico-thrilled. (The price was carefully negotiated between four adults and we all agreed that three dollars was about right and he thought we were dangerously sucker-nuts.) I have a herd of Ann Altman's stuff, the best local artist, our Matisse, and that comes from the handy convenience of always being around her. Being up in her studio framing room while the originals are scattered about the floor, like Da Vinci's drawings. Picasso's floor. Yah, it cost some money, but it's museum quality stuff. I might like children's art the best. What would I do, I would feel bad, if it got burned up or lost. If we'd lived in Washington State, I'm sure we'd have some early Chihuliys. We love glass. The material and color is just so mysterious. But it's all just STUFF. Mysterious. You die without it. Still, HAVING it, POSSESSING, is so important. Access to it. It's about access. Surround sound. Beauty. Wanting beauty everywhere. I don't know why, and I'm sure I'm stupid for it. Don't want money; want stuff. Got stuff. Killer stuff. Strange. MJ too. You should see my hardwood collection...... Have kitties, too. 5 different models.