Judy Kay-Wolff


Sifting through a box of memorabilia, I came upon this poem dated August 25, 1961.  I believe it was penned after my first bridge date with Norman.   As you can see, it was quite a leveling experience — but certainly makes one see things in their proper prospective!

I know that I shall never play

One-tenth as well as Norman Kay

Or have the partnership rapport

As evidenced with Silodor

And what of Crawford and Rapee

Never will I see the day

When I can play with Roth or Stone

A team to call my very own

And if to Italy I fly

It just will be for pizza pie

So — back to Autobridge and books

To reign among my friends — the schnooks!


RikitikiMarch 9th, 2009 at 5:34 pm

I can imagine the difference you experienced playing with Norman as compared to playing with friends, also just learning the game. I think it was like opening presents on your birthday. You never knew what to expect in that wrapped box. Norman’s bids and play must have seemed like an unexpected gift. It is an unbelievable bridge experience to be able to sit opposite a truly gifted and inspired player, they never need to use the tablecloth to find bids.

jack mendelsohnMarch 9th, 2009 at 11:02 pm

Judy, What a brilliant poem. 48 years ago. You have some wonderful memories.

PimoMarch 10th, 2009 at 12:11 pm

Amazing stories about great memories, thanks Judy