Board Games

There are so many board game choices today, but not so much when I was growing up. In our house we had Monopoly and Scrabble. My mother and step-father would have friends over for dinner and after would play cards or dominoes into the evening. I never really understood or learned the rules of dominoes but they seemed to have fun playing.

I played Scrabble maybe once. I was not so good but I was only about 8. I do, however, remember my brother and mother playing often. It was a game that required a lot of skill and word knowledge building a crossword puzzle from existing words in the board. My mother loved crossword puzzles so Scrabble fit right in and it continued up into her final years. Even though dementia had overtaken her memories, I would visit her and she would have the crossword book out studying the puzzle. I think there was not so much filling in the blanks as reading the clues, but it was a part of her routine in life and I think it brought her some normalcy.

I did participate in Monopoly games but was usually trounced by my rowdy older brothers. When I married for the first time, my husband was a chess enthusiast. He taught me how to play and we played often. It was a game of strategy, abstract reasoning and creative thinking. Before each move you also have to calculate or anticipate the consequences of that move and what possible moves or actions your opponent might take. I did not win many times at this game either, but I learned some processing skills that perhaps helped me later in life.

As my sons became older we had several games in our home, Monopoly of course, Sorry and Jenga. I can remember many nights we’d gather around the coffee table and play. In my late twenties, just before I met Chris I was introduced to the game Mastermind. I loved that game and at last I found a game in which I exhibited some skill.

Mastermind was a code breaking game that also used critical thinking, abstract reasoning and creative thinking much like chess. In short, the goal was to figure out the colors and placement of hidden pegs with clues as to the accuracy of your guess. The opposing player scores your guesses by placing a black pin for every peg that has a correct color in the correct spot. However, they do not indicate which spot is correct. They place a white pin for every color you have correct. The winner is the player that solves the code in as few guesses as possible.

Chris was not a big fan of Mastermind. Perhaps because I won more times than he did. Over the years it was stored away as with all the other board games we played when the boys were little. When Josh came along we played checkers, Chinese checkers and Battleship which was also a strategy type game. Chris likes to relay a story about when the Chinese checkers game was permanently put away. The game had a metal playing board that shut like a cracker can that held the marbles inside. Josh accidentally kicked the can that was sitting on the floor while running through the house and startled the cat sitting on my lap. The cat’s reaction left me with scratches on my legs… Chris called it a ten pronged inoculation!

The last game I bought was a game called Bananagram. It consisted of 144 plastic letter tiles. The object is to use all your tiles creating a crossword puzzle and before your opponents complete theirs. I bought this game in 2012 when my mom and Paulette traveled to Washington to celebrate Thanksgiving with us. I thought my mother would like it and I was correct. We were no match for her crossword skills as she defeated us soundly every time. I gave my mother that Bananagram game when she left. Years later, I found it in her house just before she passed and brought it home.

Many good memories revolve around games played with family and friends, win or lose

What’s in a Name?


What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?


My middle name is Gene. Named after my father Eugene. Odd name for a girl but there are others, Gene Tierney an actress from the 1940’s.

I never knew my father. My mother left him when I was just a baby. He was an alcoholic and he abuse and beat her regularly.

Therefore all my life I have been saddled with this name of a person who did nothing more than contribute his DNA. Just before covid I had completed paperwork to change my middle name as it was nearing the time to renew my passport. However, I wanted to keep the same initial. I tested many “G” names, I liked Grace but there was already a Grace in the family. I thought of just adding a ‘T’ to the end to make Genet’ — very French sounding or just be plain ‘G’ like the agent on NCIS Los Angeles. My husband was very fond of Genevieve or Guinevere being the Englishman that he is.

Then covid came and the courts narrowed the hours and places you could request a name change and I never got around to getting it done. I sent in my passport renewal last week. So for at least the next ten years – I will be just plain Gene.

Why Do the Elk Cross the Road?

I have lived in the Upper Snoqualmie Valley for 22 years and we see the elk herd often in the fields around the community. I previously wrote a piece about them, “The Elk and Our Complicated Relationship.” (link below)

No matter how much of a pest they can be at times, I have never grown tired of seeing them. They are beautiful and amazing to see them in large numbers. The bulls can weigh between 600-800 pounds and cows weigh between 400-500.

Often in the evening, the large heard can be seen in the fields around Highway 202 between Snoqualmie and North Bend. There is a larger field on the north side of the road with a band of trees, and you can see them in the field then a few minutes later they will just disappear like ghosts into the tree line. Sometimes they can be seen on the south side of the road in a smaller field just grazing. I know they must cross the road many times both in the morning and in the evening, but I have never seen this event.

Once I drove by in the early evening, and they were on the south side of the road, I drove around and around hoping to see them cross but they seemed content grazing in the smaller field.

Last night as Chris and I were headed home they were all queued up at the edge of the road in the south field. We stopped but the cars behind us started honking, so we pulled into a gravel lot. The lot was made recently for safety, because Highway 202 has a very narrow shoulder, and it was dangerous when people pulled off to see the elk.

We got out of the car and walked closer, but keeping a safe distance. It was a process, a few elk would get close to the road and cars would honk, or wiz past and they’d recede a little. The elk at the back kept pushing forward and they looked like people do when they trying to get into a concert… pushing in and looking up ahead to see what is holding up the crowd. Finally a car stopped in each direction. It took them about a minute but the lead elk ventures into the road and they all follow.

It was quite comical when the final two cross the ditch, one stopped to inspect or eat something in the middle of the road and then the other stops there too to check out what is going on. They really seemed to not care that cars were lined up waiting on them. They were going to take their sweet time. Finally driver that had stopped first and had been waiting now for nearly 5 minutes, started moving forward and the elk jump out of the way.

I shared the video with some friends and one of the asked me, “Why are they crossing the road?” Ha! – Of course just to get to the field on the other side and because they can.

To learn more about the history of the elk in the Upper Snoqualmie Valley follow the link below. https://www.meadowbrookfarmpreserve.org/meadowbrook-elk-history.html

The Elk and Our Complicated Relationship