Mom proved her brilliance and superior memory today. She remembered a game/parlor trick we used to play in my youth. It was called Black Magic, and evidently I was adept at it. I can not remember a thing about it. Mom remembered the rules and sloooowly explained them to me. I kept thinking, “This must have been your other daughter, the illegitimate one you had that summer you were a groupie with Eddie Fisher.”** Then she got up and slapped “Black magic game” into Wikipedia and here it is. Amaze your friends. I still don’t remember a bit of it.
**Sarcasm.
3 responses to “Sharp as a Tack!”
I totally remember that game and I sucked at it. All versions of it. But it is fun.
I’ve never heard of this game. I’d probably suck at it.
Mom said I was quite the player of Black Magic. So odd that I have no recall. My guess is she played it with my older brother as her shill, leaving me out in the dark.