Angie and Tipper
Martins Creek School had plenty of outside places to play other than the playground. There were several large fields that made the perfect place to play games that involved lots of children.
Two games that come to mind that we played often are Pretty Girl Station and Red Rover.
We called the Pretty Girls Station game Bum Bum Bum. It has many variations.
We began the game with a group of kids dividing themselves into teams. Each team made a long line. The lines faced each other leaving a good distance between.
Each group huddled up and decided on an occupation which they wanted to portray. A line was picked to go first and then the line marched towards the other line while singing: Bum bum bum here we come all the way from Washington.
The marching line stopped just in front of the other line. The other line yelled out a series of questions and the marching line answered:
Where’re you from?
Pretty Girl Station
What your occupation?
Well get to work!
The marching group then acted out their chosen occupation. Sorta of like the game of charades. The other line tried to figure out what they were doing and yelled out guesses. If the right thing was screamed out the marching group took off running with the guessing group giving chase. The marching group tried to make it back to their side of the field without being caught. If a person was caught they had to switch sides.
The game continued with each side taking turns acting out a chosen occupation.
Red Rover was also played with two opposing lines. Each person in line held hands with the person next to them, forming a sort of chain of people. One line called for a player from the other line to come over: “Red Rover Red Rover send Tipper on over.” The person called ran as fast and as hard as they could in an effort to break through the chain of people. If they were unable to break the chain they had to switch sides. If they did break the chain they got to take one person from the line back with them to their home line. The goal was to keep your line intact and to continue to gather new people until the other line was depleted.
I was so skinny and little I hardly ever broke through the other line even though I’d seek out the part of the chain that looked the weakest.
Mother May I was another game we played, but we played it in small groups.
Martins Creek School had lots of long concrete stairs which made good places to play Mother May I. One person was selected to be the mother and they stood at the bottom of the steps. The rest of us stood on the very tip top step and waited for mother to direct us. We could only move if the command was prefaced with Mother May I. The object of the game was for us to reach the bottom of the steps and mother, but if we didn’t listen closely and moved when Mother May I wasn’t said we had to start over at the top of the stairs
I have such fond memories of these games. Thinking about them always reminds me of my elementary school classmates and of teachers who have long since retired like Ms. Reeves, Ms. Carringer, Ms. Brenda, and Ms. Sult.