Pictionary. You play it?
I’ve always enjoyed the game — my lack of artistic skills notwithstanding. Calvin and his family take it to another level though. If we play with them, we holler, we shiver, we jump, we scream, we cheer and we groan.
Calvin’s Aunt Inez and her husband, Andrew, invited us to their home for supper this week along with the teachers at their school. These teachers are our chum, Mike, and his sidekick, Merlin.
Sister Emily drives me over with her personal steed, a flashy black-and-white mare named Candy. She does allow big brother to bridle Candy before we leave.
Emily guides Candy into Andrew’s circle driveway about a quarter hour after we were supposed to arrive. She ties her mare to the wooden hitching rail in the center of the circle while I put a blanket on the steed.
Entering the house, we remove our coats and greet those already there, which is, um, everybody else expected. Calvin’s parents are there, along with some other teachers and friends. Freeman Gingerich is present. I’m glad.
Freeman keeps us regaled throughout the evening with apt statements and dry humor. In one instance, he describes how he convinced a reluctant student to serve as umpire during a ball game. “Get your liver over here!” Freeman ordered. That, boys and girls, is an imperative sentence.
Inez serves us a tasty haystack supper and a dessert, which includes chocolate cake and ice cream. She requests a few songs and we’re happy to oblige.
Then we slip through the ropes and gather around the ring, I mean the table, where the Pictionary board is laid out. Mike, Calvin and I are on one squad, Freeman, Merlin and Mervin Borkholder form a team across from us and the three ladies, including Emily, round out the competition.