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I have 3 antique 1gal mason jars filled with my hard won pre-1970 marbles, all sizes, painted, clearsies, croakers, cats eyes, with a few clay and ball bearings thrown in. Unfortunately, destined for eBay or a yard sale one of these days. They made for a pretty decoration over the last ~55 years.

I have 3 antique 1gal mason jars filled with my hard won pre-1970 marbles, all sizes, painted, clearsies, croakers, cats eyes, with a few clay and ball bearings thrown in. Unfortunately, destined for eBay or a yard sale one of these days. They made for a pretty decoration over the last ~55 years.

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In the early 80s, I played almost daily in the first and second grade. My family moved and nobody was playing at my new school. I taught people how to play, gave them some marbles to get started and encouraged them to buy some. They did. When I started winning all of their good marbles, they got pissed, called me a "cheater" and refused to play against me because they didn't want to lose their marbles. I stopped playing and then it just kind of went away.