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You might have noticed that all my recent posts about warmth and coziness focused on images that are from the distant past. Hmm, whaddaya know. Anyway, here is an item that bridges the past with the present for warm and cozy feelings.
Monopoly, as we know it, has a history going back to 1935 as a Parker Bros game, and has a pre-history beyond that to around 1904. Yet it's a game that every generation since has cherished as a social encounter, with spirited and sometimes epic proportions. I have warm memories, as a young lad, playing with my family—and now warm memories are in the making, as we play with our daughter. And it probably will be for her and her kids someday.
The color of money! I have vivid memories, as a very little guy, of the enjoyment I had from just seeing the multi-colored Monopoly money. Every time we opened the set I had to fan out the money and just enjoy the harmony of the hues. Every time I made a financial transaction with someone I enjoyed the aesthetic experience of the exchanging of the bills, just because of the colors.
The deeds were likewise fascinating because of their color coding. The ones without colors didn't seem as enticing to own.
My favorite part of the game was passing GO, just to always receive that stipend of $200. We should have that in real life. Everytime we pass GO, um, let's say every January 1, every man woman and child should receive a stipend, and with cost of living increases, that should be oh I dunno, $7500? Wouldn't that be a lovely way to begin each year? Or to spread it out, it could be on each of our birthdays. Wouldn't that make older people appreciate their birthdays more?
When I play, many times I'll draw the above Chance card, and inevitably most of the time it's when somebody else owns it and has a dozen hotels on it. Then the memory isn't quite so warm. Oh well, it's only Monopoly money, ey?
And oh, I feel like I constantly draw the above Chance card in real life. Car repairs, a crown for my tooth, every g--d--- tax season. Just can't get ahead.
And in the game I end up in Jail all the time, but hardly ever draw the above card. One day I found an extra one of these cards in some old papers, and I put it in my wallet. I figure it may or may not be valid if I end up in Jail in real life, but at least it'll be worth a laugh to the arresting officer.
Monopoly, as we know it, has a history going back to 1935 as a Parker Bros game, and has a pre-history beyond that to around 1904. Yet it's a game that every generation since has cherished as a social encounter, with spirited and sometimes epic proportions. I have warm memories, as a young lad, playing with my family—and now warm memories are in the making, as we play with our daughter. And it probably will be for her and her kids someday.
The color of money! I have vivid memories, as a very little guy, of the enjoyment I had from just seeing the multi-colored Monopoly money. Every time we opened the set I had to fan out the money and just enjoy the harmony of the hues. Every time I made a financial transaction with someone I enjoyed the aesthetic experience of the exchanging of the bills, just because of the colors.
The deeds were likewise fascinating because of their color coding. The ones without colors didn't seem as enticing to own.
My favorite part of the game was passing GO, just to always receive that stipend of $200. We should have that in real life. Everytime we pass GO, um, let's say every January 1, every man woman and child should receive a stipend, and with cost of living increases, that should be oh I dunno, $7500? Wouldn't that be a lovely way to begin each year? Or to spread it out, it could be on each of our birthdays. Wouldn't that make older people appreciate their birthdays more?
When I play, many times I'll draw the above Chance card, and inevitably most of the time it's when somebody else owns it and has a dozen hotels on it. Then the memory isn't quite so warm. Oh well, it's only Monopoly money, ey?
And oh, I feel like I constantly draw the above Chance card in real life. Car repairs, a crown for my tooth, every g--d--- tax season. Just can't get ahead.
And in the game I end up in Jail all the time, but hardly ever draw the above card. One day I found an extra one of these cards in some old papers, and I put it in my wallet. I figure it may or may not be valid if I end up in Jail in real life, but at least it'll be worth a laugh to the arresting officer.
