Post by rsdean on Jul 13, 2022 6:19:41 GMT -6
I recommended the “When We Were Wizards” podcast (https://odd74.proboards.com/thread/15521/when-wizards) to Steve, one of the members of my original gaming group. Fortuitously, he’s gotten interested in the history and background of D&D just within the last few weeks. The timing on the podcast dropping was remarkable. 
As a result, he and my brother and I had a little Discord chat on Monday night, to reminisce and see what we could remember about 1976 gaming, the year we started. (Well, certainly the year my brother and I started; reconstructing how Steve got involved was one of the goals.)
The best quip of the night was from my brother. After I got the game for my 15th birthday in March of ‘76, I needed a player, and enlisted the aid of my mother to strongarm him into playing. As he described it, he may have been the only ‘70s kid whose mother forced him TO play D&D. He took to it after that, and had a moment of glory that spring when the high school gaming club would wait around for him to bike over from middle school (which ended later) so that they had a character above first level for the early delves. (He would have been 12 at the time.)
Steve didn’t come in, we deduce, until cold weather, sometime in the winter of 1976/77, and he recounted the tale of being picked up from my house by his parents and being unalbe to describe what had just happened in terms that they could understand.
As a result, he and my brother and I had a little Discord chat on Monday night, to reminisce and see what we could remember about 1976 gaming, the year we started. (Well, certainly the year my brother and I started; reconstructing how Steve got involved was one of the goals.)
The best quip of the night was from my brother. After I got the game for my 15th birthday in March of ‘76, I needed a player, and enlisted the aid of my mother to strongarm him into playing. As he described it, he may have been the only ‘70s kid whose mother forced him TO play D&D. He took to it after that, and had a moment of glory that spring when the high school gaming club would wait around for him to bike over from middle school (which ended later) so that they had a character above first level for the early delves. (He would have been 12 at the time.)
Steve didn’t come in, we deduce, until cold weather, sometime in the winter of 1976/77, and he recounted the tale of being picked up from my house by his parents and being unalbe to describe what had just happened in terms that they could understand.
