We could analyse a pine cone by its age, colour, strength, lightness, and ability to move in water. We were pine cone experts as our favourite game for years was pine cone racing in the creek especially in winter when the water was high. We'd race down to the creek and take time to choose our perfect cone, while trying not to let our siblings or visitors, observe which type of cone we were choosing. Then on the count of THREE we'd gently drop our cones into the water, and watch the cones race down the little water fall, through the dangerous narrow channel and towards the finishing line. The best cones would follow the main channel all the way to the winning line, but the dull cones would get bogged in the shallow sides and rarely get moving again. The noise of our screaming and excitement could be heard all the way home and we'd play game after game, only tiring after we'd lost too many times that day!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.