I picked it up from a writer friend, who calls her website “Jane’s Folly,” with a picture of a standalone tower on it.
I remember the game, but not the name.
I remember that game!
It’s a folly!
They’re having a foot-thick party in Upstate NY!
“Their mother is called Missy” Cool! So am I, by family and friends.
…and there was Marbles…
How to get around that:
Supervisor: “Your parents raised you right.”Me: “Ah…um…”Her: “Ha! I knew you couldn’t blow that one off!”
The “ancestor” that we “met” was this guy’s brother’s wife. So technically not a blood relation, but it was still fun: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Fuller_(Mayflower_passenger)
Only on formal occasions. When my family went to Plimoth Plantation, our “ancestor” was wearing bright yellow. Happy Thanksgiving!