iceman wrote:Nikitas wrote:My bicycle with which I moved around Famagusta. The things I made myself, slingshots (catapults for the British), bows and arrows, a spear gun that never speared any fish. And there were the seasonal games and the toys that went with them- marbles, spinning tops and pen knives to play the game of "tchakoui" which is like a partition game on a drawn square on the soil. You throw the knife into the square and slice off a chunk along the entry line of the knife. You keep the biggest side. People take turns and the winner is the guy who ends up with the biggest piece of real estate.
Thinking back to that time, the stuff in my pockets would land me in jail if I were in England.
very interesting nikitas
we also played that game with pen knives..But that was a winter game cos the soil need to be wet to play it.
I suppose the name of the game came from "caki" which means "folding knive" in Turkish..does this word have a meaning in Greek?
I wonder what other street games we shared..we used to have loads of games in those days, (no games consoles) some with no tools and some with simple tools like a pen knive or even a tennis ball...
We had this boys game we played with a tennis ball...lets say there was six boys playing the game.we would make six holes next to each other near a wall..everyone would pick a hole and we would start the game...The object of the game was to roll the ball towards the holes in the ground from lets say ten feet.we would do this in turns.
everytime the ball landed in a hole we would put a little stone in that hole to mark it....when there was 5 stones in a hole the "owner" of that hole would stand against the wall (usually covering his face with his hands) and the rest would take three shots at him with the tennis ball from 15-20 feet (pre determined before the game) pretty painfull but good fun..
we called this game "desmece"
Hey , we called that game 'dirop' (drop). Before the game began we had to pick the hole, and that one belonged to you. Because I was tall I was an easy target. Very painful as you say. We had to turn our backs to the holes.
And who remembers 'Lingiri' our primitive 'cricket game with a long stick and a short one which was placed across two stones. All great fun.
