Salting Pigeon’s Tails, and Other Games for Kids

My mother was one smart lady. She had three kids to keep busy and very little money to do it with, so she got creative. We would often pack up a picnic lunch and go to the nearest cemetery. My friends think this is nuts, but I remember these as being very fun times. When…

My mother was one smart lady. She had three kids to keep busy and very little money to do it with, so she got creative.

We would often pack up a picnic lunch and go to the nearest cemetery. My friends think this is nuts, but I remember these as being very fun times. When you live in the city, a cemetery is often the closest you’ll get to the country. We were outdoors. We were enjoying our lunch, feeling the sun on our faces, and we could often glean stories from looking at the various headstones. For example, if a lot of the family died within months of each other during a certain period, it was probably one epidemic or another. And different symbols on tombstones mean different things. History, deductive reasoning, poetry, art…there is much to learn in your local bone yard.

She would also take us to parks, armed with nothing but a salt shaker. She would tell us that if we were able to put salt on a pigeon’s tail, we’d get to keep it as a pet. We’d toddle around for hours, wearing ourselves out and having a wonderful time, never quite salting that desired pigeon, and then we’d go home and sleep without complaint.

And you don’t have to buy bubbles and a wand to blow bubbles. You can use dish soap and water and glycerine a piece of bent wire.

One of my mother’s best purchases was a book of the local birds. While we were out on these forays, we’d often consult this book to determine the name of the various birds we’d see. I still have this book to this day.

Another book that I still have is the one describing a wide variety of card games. We could have fun for hours just playing cards.

Some of my favorite toys were the “blocks” that she had someone make by sawing up the remnants of discarded two by fours into various angles and shapes, and the collections of little bottles that I would fill up with various combinations of food coloring while pretending to be a mad scientist.

She’d also call leftovers “Dinosaur Meat”, thus igniting our imaginations and gaining our cooperation on eating the same meal for a third day in a row.

Sometimes we’d make candles out of our shortened crayons, or fry marbles or carve apples into shrunken heads. She’d somehow obtain the ends of rolls of butcher paper, and we’d draw for hours.

You may think it’s important to keep your child supplied with the latest electronics, but sometimes the greatest lesson a kid can learn is how to have fun with next to nothing.

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10 responses to “Salting Pigeon’s Tails, and Other Games for Kids”

  1. I thought I was the only one who spent my childhood traipsing around with a salt shaker. Who made this up? And why did it take me so long to figure it out?
    Your Mom sounds amazing.

    1. Thanks! And you’re the first person I’ve met who also did this! I thought it was invented by my mom!

    2. And you’d have loved her.

  2. I’m sure. It was my grandmother who set me on that quest, and I used to ponder the magical power of salt in my spare time. I was desperate for a pet. I would prop up boxes on a stick with carrots tied to it to try and catch rabbits. The impossible dream, but hope sprang eternal. Actually, I used the Salt Strategy to capture the heart of a certain someone you know. It finally paid off!

    1. And his tail feathers haven’t been the same since. 🙂

  3. In the 50’s, the three of us kids before the other two were born, used to catch fiddler crabs or locusts and tie thread to their legs, so we could play for hours as circus performers or animal trainers. My children had the most simple of childhoods, but in the country there is much to do. Sadly their children know little else except store bought toy collections and their children have electronic devices at two or younger. I would not trade those simple carefree days for all their most treasured electronics and collections.
    Cowboy dinners (Franks & Beans) at the card table while watching the Lone Ranger/Gene Autry/Roy Rogers, were our favorite meals and all our folks could afford. Pepsi and popcorn while laying by the radio listening to The Green Hornet/ Inner Sanctum/ Mr. & Mrs. North and so many other great shows. Out imaginations soared. Simple is good. Mom’s are amazing. Mine is 93+ and amazes me every day.

    1. I was thinking the other day that I can’t remember the last time I saw a street full of kids playing ball, or a child on a bicycle. What a great loss.

  4. Awesome… and everybody should hang out in cemeteries.

    1. They will, sooner or later.

      1. Oh man… you kill me… ha!

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