Chess Game

walnutboardtwo minds engaging
a clash of minds plans and wills
move and counter-move
poised on sword-edge tension mounts
breath-holding suspense until…

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The photograph above shows the chessboard which my father made for me. It has inlaid leather squares and a solid walnut frame. It also has a solid piece of leather underneath to protect the tabletop.


  1. Thank you Sarah. My father only made one other board like that one. He made it for the plant manager where we both worked. It had a maple frame and dark red and blue for the squares.

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  2. I’m afraid I could never play chess against you because I’m not only the world’s WORST chess player, I also hate to lose. Though my husband and I taught our children to play chess early, I quit playing with them once they started consistently winning. Not the mature move, I admit.

    I have asked God to give me a special white tiger in heaven that is large enough to carry me on its back, smart enough to have a tea party with me, and KIND ENOUGH to let me win at chess, though clearly I can never deserve such an honor. But I couldn’t help asking. God can always tell me no if it comes to that.

    I think that people who have developed their minds through chess early in life have advantages over those who have not. You have a skill that will bless you for life. Good on you!

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  3. Thank you very much for your comment and compliment. I was taught to play chess my an older cousin who taught me just enough that he could beat me repeatedly. That gave me a determination to get better. Years later, I played him again and although his parents had to leave before the game was ended, I had a clear advantage. I felt that I had avenged those earlier defeats.

    I still suffer my share of defeats over the chessboard, and I don’t like it any better than I ever did, but I keep learning new lessons and I keep coming back. Really, that’s the secret to anything.


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