Spoons has deep roots in my family. Legend has it that back in the day, thumbs were broken, ribs were cracked, chests were bruised – all in the name of victory. A bit competitive? You betcha!
Our family loves to play the card game, Spoons, and this holiday was no exception. Typically we will play in a co-ed setting, but this night the gents took to the outside deck for a poker game while we ladies remained in the air conditioned comfort of the dining room and set to play spoons. Genteel we were not, as each subsequent round brought with it increasing accusations, frustrations, and angst. Spoons is the real deal, I tell you – life or death if you were to believe our strident exclamations! This rendition was decidedly calmer than in years past due to the sleeping babe beneath us, however it still merited a thumb injury and just a few offended egos.
Everyone has their own rules, and a few summers ago we made sure to write them down so that there would be no arguments or misunderstandings. Miss Maddie emerged the Spoons Queen over all the night, and my husband proved the (monetary) King of poker.
Card games are truly the essential Southern summer pastime.
Wilson men engaged in a 'high stakes' poker game
Wilson ladies set up for battle
It's intense.
And sadly, I am out.
Maddie, Spoons Queen
Stephen, Poker King
Wilson ladies set up for battleIt's intense.And sadly, I am out.Maddie, Spoons QueenStephen, Poker King
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