What is left of my mother’s set of jacks.

Before there were Barbie Shoes or Legos Blocks to cripple a parent, there were jacks. I can just imaging Grandpa Lee stepping on one and yelling “Leila Marie” or “Jmae Dorothy” as he agonized in pain. Even back then, use of the middle name signified real peril. I am not sure which of the sisters was the owner or might have been the one to leave one on the floor, but the full set and a very “seen better days” rubber ball were still at my grandparents’ house when I was a child. The ball actually looked like the family dog, Pal, may have appropriated it at one time, My mother tried to explain how to play the game, but we were more interested in using them as bowling pins and throwing the gnarly ball at them.