I do believe in Genetics...I have kids...I see the resemblances. Of course, there are some I wonder about - "Well, that MUST have come from your Dad's side of the family!"
Which leads me to the topic of Bridge. I'm not sure how it leads to that topic, but it does.
My mom...understanding genetics, I know I have some of her qualities. (Like seeing that Emmitt is a smooooth dancer.) However, one we ABSOLUTELY DO NOT share is competitiveness...especially when it comes to games. Like Bridge.
Well, Bridge is the main one. But then there is competitiveness in baseball, football, hockey, dominoes, hand and foot (or is it foot and mouth???), canasta, bowling, geez, you name it, my mom is competitive with a capital C.
My mom LOVES to play Bridge. She told me it keeps your mind SHARP! Well, that's the truth. My mom has a SHARP mind.
She use to tell me I needed to learn how to play bridge. Nope...not for me. I don't care a thing for it. Not that I know how to play...but it's kind of like raw oysters - never tried it, never will...I KNOW I wouldn't like it.
Did I say that my mom LOVES to play Bridge? I don't think she plays 7 days a week anymore...but she use to. (may be a slight exaggeration) But she does play all day sometimes.
My mom now has "MASTER POINTS!" (remember, she's competitive) Now Master points are a BIG DEAL...seriously. Because she has master points, that means she's good...really good. But I already knew that.
So, since my mom loves bridge...and she has Master Points...it would make sense that she takes lessons in Bridge!
I've never met Darcy...but Darcy Day is the day and the person Mom takes lessons from. Mom has her 'partners' too. You have to really understand your partner. Mom mostly plays with June. There are others...but you have to understand - my mom LOVES bridge...so she may not have a lot of patience if you're not good...
This photo is of June and my mom...I'm sure they had been playing bridge, or were just taking a break from playing bridge...or maybe they were waiting for another game of bridge.
I'm sure that's why I never had the desire to play bridge.
So...to the title. I don't know anyone...not a soul in our family anyway, who is as competitive as my mom. So...as my favorite Aunt Jane always has said (although not necessarily related to bridge) "God threw away the mold when he made your mom!"
Mom and Ron riding in a golf cart at the farm. I don't think there was any competition going on...but who knows?