playing alleys
Kids in the school yard have played marbles since the late 1800s, when glass marbles were first produced for the mass market.
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When my mom talked about marbles, she always referred to them as alleys, no matter what material was used in their construction. According to Wikipedia, alleys were a specific type of marble. Almost every kind of marble has a specific name. When my son played and collected marbles in the 1980s, some of these terms were regularly heard in our home.
aggie – made of agate
alley – a marble made of alabaster
bumblebee – a yellow and black glass marble
cat’s eye – a marble with a eye-like inclusion
crystal – a clear glass marble of various colours
galaxy – opaque marble with coloured dots
oily – an opaque marble with a sheen or oily finish
onionskin – a marble with surface streaks of colour
ox blood – a marble with a streak of dark red
pearl – opaque marble of single colour and a mother of pearl finish
plainsie – a clear glass marble with inclusion of two or more swirled ribbons of colour
swirly – glass marble with a ribbon inclusion of a single colour
tiger – a clear marble with orange and yellow stripes
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There are lots of other marble types and names.
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The language of marbles extends to the various moves in the game:
knuckle down – put hand in position to shoot
keepsies – to play for keeps
quitsies – stop playing without consequences
firing – to shoot a marble
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Such interesting possibilities for the language of a poem!
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Writing about a game of marbles will include all the senses (I think my poem will be from the point of view of a boy playing marbles):
sound – clinking of dishes in the sink; grinding of marbles together in the marble bag
taste – grit of sand stirred by wind across the playground; grit of raspberry seeds
feel – the cold smooth feel of a marble; a chunk of icicle from the roof in December
smell – stirred dust; girls watching the games, smelling of Ivory soap and well water
sight – bubble rising through the glass of the marble; bubbles with rainbows sliding; dew drops on Lady’s Mantle in the garden
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I can hardly wait to write a poem about playing marbles in the school yard!
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Copyright 2016 Jane Tims
Written by jane tims
July 15, 2016 at 7:00 am
Posted in family history, old school houses, writing
Tagged with art, old school, one room schools, pencil drawing, playing alleys, playing marbles
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Somehow I never played much with marbles. It’s amazing how much terminology is associated with them.
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Sheryl
July 16, 2016 at 5:51 pm
Thanks Sheryl. Some terms are very local in their use. The ‘language’ must evolve on the playground and pass by word of mouth, advertisements and so on. Amazing!
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jane tims
July 16, 2016 at 9:40 pm
Love it. I had forgotten about keepsies!
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Jane Fritz
July 15, 2016 at 9:07 am
The marble-jargon is very quaint!
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jane tims
July 15, 2016 at 11:38 am
I have a jar on my shelf filled with marbles … a game I played a great deal when younger and could still knuckle down. Thank you for reminding me … to knuckle down …
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rogermoorepoet
July 15, 2016 at 8:38 am
Hi. Playing marbles, any game, is a metaphor for so many aspects of life. The choices we make, the way we win, the way we lose … all are learned in the games we played as children. And the accessories of games are such a lovely expression of creative energy … the beauty of those marbles, the art on the Snakes and Ladders game, the feel of the glove on your hand.
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jane tims
July 15, 2016 at 8:49 am
You are writing your poem as you sit there, Jane. Go for it …
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rogermoorepoet
July 15, 2016 at 8:55 am
I think the process is as important as the poem!
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jane tims
July 15, 2016 at 11:34 am
Indeed it is: this is a very wise comment. I find with the cartoons I draw that I live in a sort of meditative space that is so comforting and other worldly. If I don’t draw, I get withdrawal symptoms. Same with writing.
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rogermoorepoet
July 15, 2016 at 12:21 pm