I had gone off the grid this weekend; tuned out, zoned out, and I couldn’t think of a J. It came to me in a dream last night. Of course! Jacks!! And then it was a matter of remembering where I had stored them away for safe keeping.
I used to play jacks at school recess every day with my BFF, and when she wasn’t around I’d play with any willing soul otherwise unoccupied. These jacks are the only thing that I’ve kept after all these many years. And I’ve kept them in the container that they were in back then. It was really cool to keep your jacks stored this way
I take umbrage with Wikipedia’s definition of jacks being a game of great antiquity, I mean, I know I’m old, but really!
I went online to try to find photos of my old (there’s that implication again) school. A Catholic girl’s school in San Antonio, Texas, Ursuline Academy, built in 1851 (I wasn’t born then, by the way). I couldn’t find a photo of the arched terraces we’d sit at to play jacks, but I did find this photo on the Library of Congress online site of another area of the school grounds
Thanks Frizztext for the walk down memory lane with the letter tagged j