One of my biggest memories as a kid with my Grandma was learning to play crib from her. We would play until bedtime when I stayed at her house and she would be up early to make me breakfast, pack a lunch and play the rubber match before I headed off to school.
Now that our house is constantly in a “ready to show” state of sale we have a crib board staged in the breakfast nook.
This is where my wife and I will sit for a game, to find a little peace amongst all this crazy every now and then when we get a chance.
Recently our 3 year old snapped all the plastic pegs off leaving us without the tools for the game.
Just a couple days ago I mentioned to my Wife how I remembered my Grandma had metal pegs and we should try find some.
Cut to, we are at a little street market on Saturday. There is an old man and his wife standing under a shade tent with a crib board showing off hand crafted brass pegs he made as a hobby. Needless to say, we bought a couple pair. For several reasons. We both love to support artist with their craft and these were beautiful pieces of art. Also, because they are strong and sturdy and a beautiful way to honour the game of cribbage.