My brother was rumored to be the marbles champion where he grew up in eastern Nebraska; we had a literal gunny sack heavy with his winnings that I remember hanging in in the shed. By the time I came along 14 years later he was, I guess, over defending his turf, and I think that sack got left when we moved to western Kansas in the late 50's and he stayed behind. Always wondered whatever became of those marbles.
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