Slice of Life Story Day 4 The Tradition Continues
Among the many games my father taught me to play was Dominoes. And like most of the games he taught me, I continually strived, yet struggled to beat him
In turn I taught my own children to play the game. The dominoes were made from pressed wood and were black in colour. The dots were painted white or multi-coloured to signify different numbers.
On a trip to
in 2006 I came across a rather special set of dominoes made from black marble, streaked with flecks of grey and white. The pieces felt so wonderfully smooth and cool in my hand. Even the box they came in was fashioned in marble. The pieces were heavy, yet I had a sense of their fragility as I gently handled them. Memories surfaced. I had a strong connection to my Dad at that moment. I bought them without hesitation. Cozumel, Mexico
Most of the time they sit on a shelf in my study, but in the last few days I have been sharing them with Sass and Sunni. I am continuing the tradition and teaching them to play this simple little game from my childhood. A game so entwined in my personal history. I'm sure my Dad would be pleased.