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[Skul]

We play the genteel game here.

I'll bet we play it better attired and more skillfully than they do in Connecticut.

Not when you're nine years old you don't.  
All balls are fair game, if you can find any.

[seahorse513]

Not when you're nine years old you don't.  
All balls are fair game, if you can find any.

We used to play that game all the time in the garden...and we didn't show any mercy either, as we were a harsh bunch. a piece of advice, never play croquet barefoot!!

[franksolich]

We used to play that game all the time in the garden...and we didn't show any mercy either, as we were a harsh bunch. a piece of advice, never play croquet barefoot!!

<<<when franksolich plays croquet, franksolich even wears the appropriate socks.

[franksolich]

Swiped off of google; this is not franksolich.

Essentially, that's the proper attire for croquet (males), but usually I've worn just a plain all-cotton white shirt, no tie.

Lemme go and look for the proper croquet attire for femmes, so I can see how it compares with what women wear around here.

[Skul]

We used to play that game all the time in the garden...and we didn't show any mercy either, as we were a harsh bunch. a piece of advice, never play croquet barefoot!!

I didn't know you from Nebraska. 

Swiped off of google; this is not franksolich.

Essentially, that's the proper attire for croquet (males), but usually I've worn just a plain all-cotton white shirt, no tie.

Lemme go and look for the proper croquet attire for femmes, so I can see how it compares with what women wear around here.

That was for the "well off" sods that lived upwind of the feed lot.

[dutch508]

Swiped off of google; this is not franksolich.

Essentially, that's the proper attire for croquet (males), but usually I've worn just a plain all-cotton white shirt, no tie.

Lemme go and look for the proper croquet attire for femmes, so I can see how it compares with what women wear around here.

Where is your straw boater? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

[franksolich]

google images aren't as good as I thought they'd be; the selections, I mean.

^^^no self-respecting woman playing croquet in Nebraska would be caught dead dressed like that



^^^a little bit too too much; would be okay in Nebraska, but considered a little bit too too much



^^^still a little bit too much, but generally women in Nebraska wear something like this when playing croquet, although the more radical ones wear white shorts, not white skirts



^^^what the wife of the retired banker looks like playing croquet, excepting she's thinner and richer, and wears a floppy white hat

[franksolich]

Where is your straw boater? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

Hey, I found some great photographs of your Country Club over there on the other side of the Sandhills.

I may want to see it this September, when I go home.

[GOBUCKS]

We play the genteel game here.

I'll bet we play it better attired and more skillfully than they do in Connecticut.

The dense swarms of screeching democrats would make croquet very difficult in Connecticut. Some loud, rude neighbor's foot would always be obstructing the next wicket.

In the East Coast hellhole, croquet, like golf, is reserved to the country clubs of the elite, where a smattering of decent and civilized people may be found.

[franksolich]

This is dutch508's County Club, on the other side of the Sandhills from me:

I kid you not; yes it really is.

This is the sixteenth hole; it's an eighteen hole course.

[Karin]

is reserved to the country clubs of the elite, where a smattering of decent and civilized people may be found.

Or maybe not.  You'd have to look pretty hard.  For example, Greenwich CT contains some of the biggest assholes, jerks, self-important blowhards, and abusive snobs that you've ever seen. 

[franksolich]

Or maybe not.  You'd have to look pretty hard.  For example, Greenwich CT contains some of the biggest assholes, jerks, self-important blowhards, and abusive snobs that you've ever seen.  

Hmmmm.

Things must've changed.

When Henry R. and Clare Boothe Luce lived in Greenwich, no way would they've tolerated such conduct.

I'm guessing the calibre of people there went steeply downhill as the area changed from red to blue.

[franksolich]

This is from a never-posted short story of mine, about my adventures living in Pennsylvania and New Jersey; it's an excerpt only.

- - - - - - - - - -

One day that same early autumn [this was 1981], Aunt Jay announced we were going to Maine, with the ancient physician and his wife.  I did not want to go to Maine, but as it seemed important to Aunt Jay, who was more frail than ever, I agreed, but hoped I could weasel out of it somehow.

I did, too.  The Italianate physician owned a seaside home near Old Saybrook, Connecticut; I’d been there a few times by then.  It had shelves and shelves of bound copies of old Journals of the American Medical Association; not for reference, but for appearance.  There was a lot of history in these old magazines, and I’d always wanted to read them.

There were going to be renovations made on this place while the owners were in Maine.

They, really, should have somebody around, to keep an eye on things.

It was an eminently practical solution--I could get Aunt Jay to Springfield--and then could stay there.

And so I spent eleven days in that seaside home, blissfully alone most of the time.  I did find that those solitary Rose Kennedy-like strolls on foggy mornings on the beach, while probably therapeutic for many, did nothing for me.  There were of course television, radio, stereo, whatnot, but those were of no use for me.  I spent mostly all my time reading the old Journals.

The one weekend I was there, however, I got introduced to the New England prep-school yuppie crowd, when some children and grandchildren of the physician came down to use the place.  They were from Boston, Cambridge, Andover, and many were at or near my own age.

They were perfect guests; they knew why I was there, and tried not to intrude.

They did however one time insist I join them sailing, which I did for a whole afternoon.  It was okay.  And then another time, they insisted I join them in a cookout, which I did.  It was okay.  Being from Nebraska, I was a specimen of humanity they’d never seen before, and I was responsible for giving them a good impression of us.

They were all very nice people, but I thought somewhat shallow and hedonistic.

[DumbAss Tanker]

They were all very nice people, but I thought somewhat shallow and hedonistic.

But then of course, most people on vacation exhibit more of that side of themselves than one sees from them in their everyday lives.

[RobJohnson]

<<<when franksolich plays croquet, franksolich even wears the appropriate socks.

Croquet was often played when I was growing up. That is when kids had fun outside with friends and family, rather then playing video games in their bedrooms all day.

I'm no city kid.

We also played yard jarts, the original versions with the sharp pointy tips. No one lost an eye.

[zeitgeist]

Croquet was often played when I was growing up. That is when kids had fun outside with friends and family, rather then playing video games in their bedrooms all day.

I'm no city kid.

We also played yard jarts, the original versions with the sharp pointy tips. No one lost an eye.

When I sold my first camper back in the late '70s I let the Jarts set go with it.  And have regretted it ever since.      Who knew they would ban them?

And yes, once upon a time kids played all sort of games out doors.  Without adult supervision or referees or anything for protective gear.  How did we ever survive?     Sandlot football without pads.  Pick up base ball without batting helmets or catcher's mask.  Hockey ?  Ok, so maybe someone lost a tooth or two or got frostbite.

[seahorse513]

I played all those crazy games, rode bicycles without helmets, and I turned out ok.


























(snort)

[Skul]

I played all those crazy games, rode bicycles without helmets, and I turned out ok.
You really sure about that? 

























(snort)

[seahorse513]

I am not a registered libtard, so there ya go!!

[RobJohnson]

When I sold my first camper back in the late '70s I let the Jarts set go with it.  And have regretted it ever since.      Who knew they would ban them?

And yes, once upon a time kids played all sort of games out doors.  Without adult supervision or referees or anything for protective gear.  How did we ever survive?     Sandlot football without pads.  Pick up base ball without batting helmets or catcher's mask.  Hockey ?  Ok, so maybe someone lost a tooth or two or got frostbite.

I think one set of our yard jarts came with the pop up camper my parents purchased in 1975. We used to take the camper to WI on weekends and once in a while the Wisconsin Dells. I remember a Jellystone Campground. I was young.

[BlueStateSaint]

One of my cousins managed to nail his sister with a Jart, in the foot, about 30-35 years ago.  He's now a libertarian; she's now a raving moonbat.

[JohnnyReb]

When I sold my first camper back in the late '70s I let the Jarts set go with it.  And have regretted it ever since.      Who knew they would ban them?

And yes, once upon a time kids played all sort of games out doors.  Without adult supervision or referees or anything for protective gear.  How did we ever survive?     Sandlot football without pads.  Pick up base ball without batting helmets or catcher's mask.  Hockey ?  Ok, so maybe someone lost a tooth or two or got frostbite.

All that and then some. Rode horses and cows, hunted snakes, went rambling through the countryside, went fishing up and down the creeks, frog gigging around ponds .....when younger, a rock, a stick, some blocks of wood, some dirt and we were happy outside.

Kids now have everything and they're bored.

[Rebel]

Atman (26,413 posts)    Fri Jul 26, 2013, 10:29 AM

You know Walmart is in trouble when...

I've been to Wal-Marts from one side of this nation to the other I've never once been to an empty Wal-Mart. Your fantasies rarely intersect reality, Atman, you dumb ****ing idiot.

[DumbAss Tanker]

One of my cousins managed to nail his sister with a Jart, in the foot, about 30-35 years ago.  He's now a libertarian; she's now a raving moonbat.

I guess there's an amusingly twisted logic to that!

 

[Airwolf]

I'm sure Wal Mart is watching DU to get the latest in advice from some ass that can't even run his own life let alone a multi billion dollar business.