I remember we were all supposed to be in awe of Uncle “Butcher” . Tread softly in his presence. Probably because he was the Patriarch at the time. But I did not clearly undersand that when I was 10 years old or so. I was raised, along with my siblings, with a fine understanding of Canasta. I was a Canasta Prodigy of sorts… and invited to play Canasta one day when Uncle Anthony came to visit. I was able to hold my own. Not display my emotions. Throw my discards in a timely fashion. Place my red 3’s with the proper contained excitement. If I went out blind, nobody suspected it was coming. We were playing for money one day in our dining room with Uncle Anthony, some Aunts and my Mom. 3$. Wow. Uncle Anthony didn’t want me to play because I was just a kid. But I did just fine. Actually I did super. I won. Uh Oh! Uncle Anthony was mad… The game ended and I was confused… I was so excited because I won, Why was Uncle Anthony Mad? He was supposed to be the winner but I didn’t know that. When he left he said to my Mom: That girl is going places. She is a Smart One. But he didn’t say goodbye to me. He never did get over being beaten by a little girl at Canasta.
Anybody out there who can play Canasta? I challenge you.