A boy is anxious to play marbles saves
his pennies to buy a set. Finally, he
purchases a set and finally the boy ends up playing with kids in a large
circle.
He wins.
And continues to win. By sunset
he was ready to go home with a pocketful of shiny marbles.
“Look mom! I won!”
She answers, “Don’t you see? It’s Shabbes!
Sunset. Go change.”
“Look dad,“ he says. “Look what I won.”
“You are late. Shabbes is here. Go change,”
Finally, the boy sees his grandpa. He mumbles that he won. Grandpa responds, “Let’s see.” He shows his winnings.
“That reminds me of a story. When I was a boy my father worked for the
Czar as a woodcutter. He used to take me
to the palace with him. I saw kids
playing marbles there. They were sons of
dukes and lords even the Czar! I wanted
to paly. So I practiced every day with
pebbles. One day they asked me to join
them. And guess what? I won.
I went home with a pocket full of marbles. And I still have one.”
Then his grandpa pulled out a ruby marbles. “This is all I have left. The rest paid for our voyage to
America.” -Mara Mills
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