Love your Mumbly Peg post!
Boy - Does that bring back some memories!
Most of the time we couldn’t remember all the moves but that didn’t really matter.
No self respecting boy would ever want to get caught without his pocket knife back in those days!
We kept them sharp with just a stone or piece of brick and a little spit.
The park behind my grandma’s house had a huge sandbox with a roof over it. Spend many a Sunday playing mumbly-peg after church while waiting to be called in for spaghetti dinner.