tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post6512849235942741984..comments2024-03-28T17:39:34.611-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: Ring Around the Rosie. Rhys remembers childhood games.Jungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-6242271553870002392018-02-10T12:15:38.331-05:002018-02-10T12:15:38.331-05:00I may have heard the rhymes, but it was hide-and-s...I may have heard the rhymes, but it was hide-and-seek, kick-the-can, Simon Says and tether ball (once we were on a playground) that we guys did. Mostly, though, since I was out in the country with no near neighbors, I ran and climbed trees and read.Rick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07978136287154214297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-90228849080384638632018-02-09T15:36:34.439-05:002018-02-09T15:36:34.439-05:00I've played that on ice too... Very scary. All...I've played that on ice too... Very scary. All those games that would be banned now for fear of lawsuits--leapfrog, tossing someone in the sir. Ah, the good old days of skinned knees and broken limbs!Authorrhysbowen@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11844065473614874365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-62894553594248776212018-02-09T13:47:50.547-05:002018-02-09T13:47:50.547-05:00London Bridge - another of those with a dark origi...London Bridge - another of those with a dark origin, the practice of burying people in the foundations as a sacrifice to keep the structure upright. Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09405057318844899062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-20827645629535197362018-02-09T13:31:13.817-05:002018-02-09T13:31:13.817-05:00How I love to go up in a swing,
Up in the sky so b...How I love to go up in a swing,<br />Up in the sky so blue,<br />I do think it’s the loveliest thing,<br />That ever a child could do.Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14187856103924954287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-29055450363303181902018-02-09T13:11:38.815-05:002018-02-09T13:11:38.815-05:00Oh, I can't believe I forgot to mention this o...Oh, I can't believe I forgot to mention this one. Kick the can. I didn't see it mentioned by anyone else (of course, I could have missed it), and it was one of the main games we played when I visited a friend in her neighborhood, a couple of streets over from where I lived. And, in my neighborhood, Cops and Robbers on bicycles was a big hit, too. I think we played another version of it, Cowboys and Indians, too, but I'm glad to say that it definitely wasn't often.Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-63050659479362914592018-02-09T13:04:55.805-05:002018-02-09T13:04:55.805-05:00Oh, kick ball was one we played, too.Oh, kick ball was one we played, too.Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-51978123450002263102018-02-09T13:03:14.456-05:002018-02-09T13:03:14.456-05:00Ann, I remember "A Child's Garden of Vers...Ann, I remember "A Child's Garden of Verses," too. I have a really old copy of the book. Now, I need to go pull that off the shelf and take another look at it. Love the poem you've noted, and the one about swinging is a favorite, too. As I mentioned above in my post, it seems that Mother Goose/nursery rhymes aren't read so much these days. When I was growing up, kids could recite so many of them by heart.Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-51750459359155101172018-02-09T12:59:48.788-05:002018-02-09T12:59:48.788-05:00As well as the Ghost in the Graveyard hide and see...As well as the Ghost in the Graveyard hide and seek game, we played regular hide and seek, too. And, something is ringing a bell about Statues.Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-43165844697074437572018-02-09T12:57:16.907-05:002018-02-09T12:57:16.907-05:00Edith, hopscotch and jacks were two of our regular...Edith, hopscotch and jacks were two of our regular neighborhood games, too. I can still feel like I'm back in my neighborhood on my porch playing jacks or out in the street (we didn't get much traffic) playing hopscotch. Mother, May I and Red Rover were games played at home and at school. And, the Little Piggy has been a favorite of mine forever.<br />Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-30994240096367281962018-02-09T12:56:22.579-05:002018-02-09T12:56:22.579-05:00I had forgotten that one! My mother often played ...I had forgotten that one! My mother often played it with various little ones. "Trot trot to Boston to buy a loaf of bread, trot, trot home again. The old mare's dead!" Babies sure loved it!Judihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06777683026890358953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-7049089971410767292018-02-09T12:52:30.738-05:002018-02-09T12:52:30.738-05:00Cathy, it was so deliciously spooky.Cathy, it was so deliciously spooky.Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-52125023604384473062018-02-09T12:33:37.432-05:002018-02-09T12:33:37.432-05:00I read that same obituary. So interesting. "...I read that same obituary. So interesting. "A sailor went to sea, sea, sea . . ." When I had a Brownie troop (for six years), we played "Duck, duck, goose" almost every week. I loved jumping rope as a kid! Thanks for the memories!Denise Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02790883493798517829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-24859627725395791372018-02-09T12:10:22.972-05:002018-02-09T12:10:22.972-05:00I remember a few of these. But not a lot of guys ...I remember a few of these. But not a lot of guys would probably know many of them. I was the guy jumping rope instead of playing football at recess.Mark Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567392254011373198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-84368353847593085552018-02-09T12:02:33.297-05:002018-02-09T12:02:33.297-05:00Clapping games..hmmm.. My father went to sea sea s...Clapping games..hmmm.. My father went to sea sea sea To see what he could see see see But all that he could see see see Was the bottom of the deep blue sea sea sea!<br /><br />Huh. Amazing. I bet I could still clap that. ANd sadly, that has taken the place in my brain that might have been filled with learning Italian.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630366214207785339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-48717543751483332172018-02-09T12:01:45.974-05:002018-02-09T12:01:45.974-05:00I loved hopscotch, four square, capture the flag, ...I loved hopscotch, four square, capture the flag, sardines, mother may I?, ghost in the graveyard, and we had a game called colors that was a hybrid of tag and kick ball. I think red rover has been banned in most schools. That game hurt!Ingrid Thofthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04063912686011336076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-87048377451260269222018-02-09T11:56:32.833-05:002018-02-09T11:56:32.833-05:00Up the ladder, down the ladder, ABC. Up the ladder...Up the ladder, down the ladder, ABC. Up the ladder, down the ladder, HOT. And then you jumped as fast as you could to save your life! We had jump rope games. There was cradles where you rocked the jump rope like a cradle and each person would jump through. Then it got faster and more intense as you tried to run in, jump once, and run out. We played lots of jacks. And hopscotch. Red Rover, Swing the Statue, Red light/green light, Mother May I. A lot of these games took place in the evenings out in the front yard with the neighborhood kids. Crack the whip was popular. Many variations of tag. I played war with my big brother. We would throw dirt clods at each other and then have to go around and pick them all up. Those clods did not crumble upon contact! At church school we did London Bridge, Ring around the rosie, and Loopy Lou. Fun times! Later we graduated to kick ball, four square, and tether ball.Pat Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12732230586783432052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-84917287222488899092018-02-09T11:46:23.208-05:002018-02-09T11:46:23.208-05:00I remember some of the rhymes, but a lot feel unfa...I remember some of the rhymes, but a lot feel unfamiliar. Definitely did know Miss Mary Mack, though. I had a very peripatetic childhood, though, and I think that has left me with less intense childhood memories than what I observe from people who were better rooted. I will say, though, that while I think of myself as very uncoordinated, I do remember being able to participate in jump rope games well enough to fit in. It was a sad day for me when kids got old enough that they were interested in real sports more than those kind of games, because I was never any good at anything played with a ball. Still am not, truth be told. Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08292993485984273172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-72209504886104034752018-02-09T11:31:04.769-05:002018-02-09T11:31:04.769-05:00I do remember those rhymes, but I was a bit more r...I do remember those rhymes, but I was a bit more rough and tumble as a girl. My brother is only 11 months older (Irish twins) so I did whatever he did. Subsequently, there was a lot of tag, red light green light, kick ball, hockey, fishing, war ( I punched a neighbor in the nose when he said I couldn't be a soldier and had to be a nurse because I was a girl...um...nope). So, while I know the rhymes, I was never very good at jump rope or patty cake. I was too busy tackling kids and tying them up. Spoils of war, amiright? LOL.Jenn McKinlayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03214926031147370862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-91954892461495233552018-02-09T11:11:23.109-05:002018-02-09T11:11:23.109-05:00While the builders were finishing our new house, w...While the builders were finishing our new house, when I was in first grade, we lived with my grandparents in a neighborhood that had become racially mixed, and I picked up and brought with me when we moved a kind of tag that the no one else had ever played: <br /><br />"I'm going downtown to smoke my pipe<br />and I won't be back till Saturday night." <br /><br />One person said it while sauntering away, then turned and chased all the rest in a kind of tag. If you tagged someone, they became the saunterer. Ellen M. Kozakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18342774310814059158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-12742084245418866072018-02-09T10:33:29.479-05:002018-02-09T10:33:29.479-05:00Yes. It was so scary to be last.Yes. It was so scary to be last.Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13846039203123720312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-24704192281968186492018-02-09T10:17:51.923-05:002018-02-09T10:17:51.923-05:00Since my grandmother's maiden name was Mary Mc...Since my grandmother's maiden name was Mary McEcheron, I always thought it was "Miss Mary Mac" - Mac being a common nickname for Scots and Scots-Irish. When I was young, I thought it was about her, and was very impressed so many other kids knew it!<br /><br />I wasn't great at double dutch, but I loved the solo jumprope game, where you loosely tied one end around your ankle and jumped over it with your other foot as you spun it around. Very tricky, and in fact I have a nasty scar on my left knee - still! - from getting tangled and falling to the pavement.<br /><br />Another game that boys and girls would play together was Whip. Hold hands in a line and the leader starts to run and weave all over, everyone following. The goal was to whip the line until the last person let go. Then he or she became leader, and everyone shuffled down. Does anyone else recall this one?Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553268569509053159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-77025338423438363352018-02-09T10:07:02.721-05:002018-02-09T10:07:02.721-05:00Rhys, there's a regional version of the bounci...Rhys, there's a regional version of the bouncing the baby on your knee horseride: "Trit-trot to Boston, trit-trot to Lynn, watch out little baby or you're going to fall in!" Big dip at the 'in' and baby shrieks with laughter. The thing you had to watch out for was the Saugus River.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553268569509053159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-90877339462016761932018-02-09T09:52:56.207-05:002018-02-09T09:52:56.207-05:00I remember many of these, though I was not a very ...I remember many of these, though I was not a very skilled jump rope participant. 'A my name is...' - think I liked the puzzle better than the jumping. And 'blank and blank, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g' - no one wanted to be the one kissing some random boy in the class. Louise Penny used the 'ring around the rosie' in her latest book. The reference to the plague and creepiness. It's kind of like the 'real' fairy tales and what 'really' happened. Thanks for walk down memory lane!Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13495669354860191042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-56530227814953103572018-02-09T09:43:44.889-05:002018-02-09T09:43:44.889-05:00Ah Cathy, I was writing about both as you were pos...Ah Cathy, I was writing about both as you were posting!Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14187856103924954287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-5033732758696256332018-02-09T09:43:02.355-05:002018-02-09T09:43:02.355-05:00Ah youth. I was the hopscotch queen. Selecting j...Ah youth. I was the hopscotch queen. Selecting just the right object to toss on the correct square was a science in itself. I recall using a key chain. It stayed right where it landed, not bouncing off like a pebble might. <br /><br />Did anyone play "Statue?" This involved being swung around on the end of someone's arm and then dropping into the most awkward, funniet position. I'm not sure what the point of it was. And King of the Hill? One person at the top of a hill or slope, being dragged off by everyone else. Sort of like politics today. <br /><br />I think my favorite game was hide and seek, played with my teen-aged baby sitter, in the dark, all house lights turned off. Now THAT was fun!<br /><br />My favorite gifts to give a newborn are Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Child's Garden of Verses" and "Mother Goose." Armed with those two classics, any baby is prepared to go into the world of childhood, never mind the blood and guts, the sexism, the complete political incorrectness. These are the first books I remember and the ones that set me on the path of a lifetime of reading. <br /><br />"I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, <br />And what can be the use of him is more than I can see."<br />Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14187856103924954287noreply@blogger.com