A Marble Memory #It’s Six-Sentence Story Thursday Link-Up

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My younger brother Andy loved marbles as a kid, growing up in the 1970’s. I don’t remember how he played with them, but I do know he enjoyed collecting them in different sizes and colors. At the time, our father sold and serviced coin-operated jukeboxes, games, and vending machines. One day, he gave Andy an old pin ball, larger than the average marble but still as smooth and the same shape. It was Andy’s favorite, and he called it a steely. Now, he’s lost all his marbles, but his family and teaching job keep him occupied.


Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring this post with her six-sentence story prompt for this week. The idea is to write a story or poem of no more and no less than six sentences, using the prompt word “marble,” at least once. If you’d like to participate in Girlie on the Edge’s blog hop, click here.


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When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.


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Author: abbiejohnsontaylor

I'm the author of two novels,, two poetry collections, and a memoir with another novel on the way. My work has appeared in various journals and anthologies. I'm visually impaired and live in Sheridan, Wyoming, where for six years, I cared for my totally blind late husband who was paralyzed by two strokes. Please visit my website at http://www.abbiejohnsontaylor.com.

23 thoughts on “A Marble Memory #It’s Six-Sentence Story Thursday Link-Up”

  1. Hi Abbie, This reflection on Andy and his marbles, brought back memories for me. I grew up in the 40s-50s, and we played with marbles all the time. We had a little bag we carried and would sit in a circle playing games – shooting them, as we called it. My husband grew up playing with marbles all the time, and like your brother, Andy, he collected them. He had boxes of marbles in his collection and some were special marbles that were brought out for certain times when something was crucial – only the best marbles were used at that time.

    I always carried my Girl Scout knife in my pocket at all times. Of course, I wore only jeans and carried my marbles and my knife in my pockets. At recess, I joined the circle of boys, and we played a game with our knife. the games are called Mumblety-peg,
    The game is also spelled, “mumbledy-peg” or” mumbly-peg.” We called it “Mumbly-peg.”
    The original name for the game is “mumble the peg.” It is a skill game, which was what I liked best.

    This game of skill is played with a knife, usually a jackknife.
    The object of the game is for each player to flip the knife in a progression of moves such that, after each one, the knife sticks in the ground and stands erect. It takes a tremendous amount of practice and skill to accomplish this!
    I was always most interested in games that involved building personal skill and that was usually done with boys. I always preferred to play games with boys because I liked the competition.

    While some of us played games in circles there was also the option of playing baseball or football on the field. I don’t think I ever participated in it – and any game that involved a ball usually meant that I would get hurt very quickly.

    I remember a joyous childhood. The school I attended was 1 mile from my house – and we walked back and forth each day unless it was snowing a lot. In that case our mother or a neighbor’s mother drove us all to school. We had recess and noon for playing games outside. It was a country school that went up to 8th grade. Many students came from farms around the area – over several counties – when I was a young girl.

    One other game on our school yard was, “Annie-Annie-Overhead,” which involved a team of kids on each of 2 sides of the outdoor bathroom building. You threw the ball over the roof and shouted “Annie – Annie – Overhead” as you flung the ball over the top .

    Night time was for playing games with the kids on the street – “Kick the Tin Can” was a favorite – and we all had to run home when the street lights came on. That was our nightly entertainment. as well as playing hide-and-seek in the dark in our back yards. I am thankful I grew up in a time with no television, and electronic devices.
    Children entertained themselves with games and lots of exercise and companionship.
    I wonder if Andy still has any of his favorite marbles?
    I still have my Girl Scout pin – and like Andy’s marbles, that tiny little trefoil-shaped pin ignights the firs of childhood memories. Thanks, Abbie, for the walk down memory lane!

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    1. Thank you, Lynda, for the memories. You know, you’ve got enough material here for a blog post of your own. I seriously doubt Andy has any of his marbles. So, that’s why, in my last sentence, I said he’d lost all his marbles. LOL! I really appreciate your comment.


  2. I like the play with the line: ‘Lost all his marbles’ 😁
    At school in the UK we always played marbles, and our metal ones were called ‘Steelys’ just like how your brother named his. We also had ‘Queenies’, ‘Kingies’, ‘Emperors’ for the big size marbles, and ‘Cat’s Eyes’ and ‘Tiger Eyes’ for the smaller.
    Thanks for the trip down memory lane there 🙂

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  3. Loved that last line and how it could be interpreted more than one way, but since he is still teaching, I’m guessing he still has his marbles. I grew up in the 40’s and 50’s and remember boys playing marbles, but I never played an actual game with them. I did love looking at the marbles and being fascinated by the various colors, etc.

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  4. Oh, man -somewhere, in a box, buried beneath other boxes are my bags of marbles. (great last sentence about your brother losing his marbles, lol) It would appear from earlier comments, playing or shooting marbles was a pretty popular past time through the years. I know I loved it!

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  5. My older brothers played marbles and boys at school did also. I never played. I remember my father talking about playing mumbly peg as one of your readers said she did. I like this post and the brother losing his marbles made me smile. Thanks.

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  6. excellent memory prompting Six!*

    fun one

    *which are those that stimulate the Readers mind to bring up memories without specifically requesting them, in this case:
    Marbles: there was a kid in my childhood who had more marbles than anyone; so many that he had to use a large corduroy bag (yeah, I suspect we all had <em. that one kid in our childhoods)
    Ball bearing…. ‘steely!’ lol so rare, so sought after!

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