#SoCS Sept. 3, 2022

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!

Why is it that we always remember some people or incidents and forget many other details? And two people involved in the same incident have different memories later on. I asked myself the question when I re-read parts of my paternal grandfather’s memoirs. He was born in 1893 and on his elder daughter’s insistence wrote his memories in two notebooks in 1978.

His memory amazed me. He was writing after more than seventy years about his childhood and he remembered so much. I remember many incidents in my childhood but not in such detail. He wrote about the excitement of going to a hot water spring near his maternal grandparents’ home, Darbe:

About three miles from Darbe is the Irde temple. Near the temple there is a small stream. On the left bank, in the middle of a grove of trees was a small waterhole. The water there was always hot. My maternal uncles took the children there and faced a barrage of questions.

How could water become hot without fire?

Who lights the fire?

How could the fire burn beneath the water?

The adults could not answer these questions😊.

A few days ago, I was searching for something in the cupboard. I came across a box with three packs of cards. It belonged to my father.  I don’t remember when it came to me. I have not played cards for ages. During summer vacations in my maternal grandparents’ home, many of us played a game called Donkey. We had great fun.  My father taught us Canasta. We played it with my cousins from my father’s side. When we gathered in his elder sister’s home we played for hours, one game after another. In the excitement of the game, we called each other donkeys and monkeys and were scolded too 😊. But now I just cannot remember anything about the game. It is interesting.

Long back my father told me he learnt to play cards from his father’s uncle, Govinda. That uncle’s son was a general physician in Hospet. My grandfather was the headmaster of the Municipal High School there. The uncle was past eighty but very active. After his evening walk, he came to see my grandfather. He played Donkey with the children, my father and his elder sisters. In each round the loser got the  successive letters of the word Donkey. The final loser was the one who completed the word. My father remembered as the game approached its final round his mother got coffee and snacks. She passed away when he was only twelve. We too played Donkey so often during childhood, but I just cannot remember the rules now.

My father enjoyed this memory because playing cards was not considered suitable for children. No objections were raised because they were playing with their father’s uncle 😊. My father and his sisters learnt to play card games. The memory of him play playing Patience will always be with me.



By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. Due to the pandemic I could not go to the Home for the mentally challenged for two years. I had been going there since 2011. I have started going again. I was happy that some members remembered me :) All of them are an important part of my life. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made our lives richer.


  1. I play a lot of solitaire, on the computer because I can’t handle the cards (bad hand). We played card games at home a lot. Mom and Dad played Gin Rummy against each other, and after Dad died she showed us how to play so she could play again (and beat us). Dad showed us how to play Blackjack (21) when we were quite young. My parents played Bridge, as did my grandmother and her sister (they were absolute card sharks). We played all the kids’ games: Slap Jack, Crazy Eights, War, Hearts, and a few others. I’m surprised it was considered inappropriate for kids…

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  2. I always say we were a card playing family. One of my earliest memories was playing rummy with the aunties. Granny did want me to play because she thought I’d slow down the game. When she realized I could keep up, she booted her daughter who was happy to quit. Playing rummy was never her thing. 🤣

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  3. It is interesting, Lakshmi, to start a text with “why” because it generates a much more stimulating explanatory process than a simple description.
    Your grand father was right to write his memories from his youth . he make live again a time totally disappeared .
    Love ❤

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  4. My daughter’s other grandmother disapproved of card playing as part of her religion. We always played, especially Canasta. And I had a book of solitaire games I worked my way through. As for memory, it appears that in my 70’s a great deal of detail has returned. I don’t know if that is a regular part of aging, but suspect it may be.

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  5. The game, Donkey, is, apparently, the same as Old Maid, and is a means of helping children to read. There are rules displayed on various websites and even videos to explain the game. I think that cell phones and computers/tablets have taken over where card games may have been played in the past.

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  6. Children have a knack of confounding with their questions. One of my grandson’s emigrated to Australia at the irritating why? stage. During our first telephone conversation after that I answered him with “Why?”. He burst out laughing.

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