Memories of Grandfather s Billiard Room
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Memories of Grandfather’s Billiard Room
Summary:
This article takes you on a nostalgic journey as Nathaniel Jacobson fondly remembers his childhood days spent in his Grandfather’s billiard room.
Keywords:
billiards, shoot some stick, pool, snooker
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Having a billiard room in my grandfather's house was something I cherished deeply. As a child, I spent countless hours with him, learning to “shoot stick” as he called it, when I was just eight.
My grandparents were frequent hosts, often inviting their closest friends for lavish dinners and cocktails. These gatherings would stretch into the early hours, long after I was supposed to be asleep. I usually spent an hour reading in bed but on those nights, the lively atmosphere drew me downstairs. How could I possibly sleep through such excitement?
While my grandmother hosted tea in the parlor, my grandfather and his guests would retire to the billiard room?"affectionately known as "the lounge." Occasionally, I would sneak out of bed to sit on the staircase, listening to the laughter and chatter. The men smoked cigars, sipped brandy, and discussed topics of their era while playing snooker.
The lounge was an elegant and sophisticated space, boasting sixteen-foot ceilings with intricate plaster moldings. Rich oak adorned the walls, accentuated by built-in bookcases. A beautifully carved bar lined one wall, housing an impressive collection of spirits. My grandfather's phonograph and treasured jazz records were also proudly displayed.
One late night when I couldn't sleep, I decided to dress in my finest clothes and slip downstairs, confidently entering the lounge as if I were one of the guests. My grandfather's eyes lit up with amused surprise. Welcoming me like an old friend, he asked if I’d be interested in shooting some stick. "Aye! Rack 'em up, Pops!" I eagerly replied.
We played a quick game?"one I’m sure he let me win?"and after finishing my tea, I returned to bed. This remains one of the dearest memories of my youth. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of my sweet grandfather or enjoy a game of billiards in his honor.
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