Cribbage was the game in my father’s family. I don’t think I beat my grandfather until I was well on in my teens, and didn’t realize he was cheating until I was even older.
My dad was in a cribbage club in The Villages (a big retirement community in Florida) until his Alzheimers progressed so that he couldn’t add. I’ll bet if you walked up to him today and said, “Fifteen two,” he’d reply, “Fifteen four!”
I had never been exposed to card games beyond Old Maid and Klondike until I was a young bride, but my first husband just didn’t want to teach me. He was probably smart enough to realize I would learn fast and beat him...
Last husband didn’t seem to think I was capable of learning much. He thought I was cute and dumb.