Looking back, I am impressed with my grandfather’s dedication to anti-commercialism. In the days before remote controls, my grandfather would lift himself out of easy chair at each commercial break and turn down the volume on the TV (all the way down) and when the broadcast came back on, he would lift himself back out of the chair and turn the volume back on. He did this consistently, no matter what show he was watching, with never a bit of hesitation. I wish I had that will or motivation, I sit down at night and barely want to move (even to let the dog out when he noses the bell on the door).
While the two men watched sports, my grandma and mother cleaned and chatted in the kitchen. There wasn’t a lot for my sisters and myself to do, sometimes we would cut out paper dolls from my grandma’s McCalls magazine, other times we would play Yahztee or cards, maybe we would take a trip to the “goodie room”. One of my favorite activities was playing the wooden maze game that they owned. Long before the days of hand held computer games, or even PacMan, I would sit for hours and try to make the marble go through the labyrinth without falling through a numbered hole. As anyone that knows me can attest, I am not a person with any athletic ability let alone much eye-hand coordination. So that fact that I persisted at this game is a more a testament to my boredom than my any skill. However, after of few years of trying, I was able to master it reaching all the way to end without letting my marble fall into one of the 50 holes in the board. I surprised my family as much as myself.
All these memories came back when I found this Labyrinth at a yard sale (name changed to space maze- maybe to spark interest in the Star Wars generation). Well of course I had to have it and was pleased to find that some of my skills were still intact (although I could only make it to 13).