prowess in chess continued until near his death when I innocently
killed some of his enthusiasm for the game. I regret what I did. On
one of my trips home, I brought along an electronic chess board. The
board had proficiency levels from about 1 to 6 as I recall, and just
to give Daddy an easy match I set the proficiency down to 2. Daddy
started out confidently and had some early success but he eventually
made one little mistake, and the unforgiving electronic board beat
He had previously gloated about the one little mistake
that his opponents made, which cost them the game. Now the one
little mistake had backfired. Electronic games dont make
After that fatal play when Daddy was checkmated, I pushed the button
to restore the board but by accident I pressed the button to replay
the game. The pieces automatically moved to their starting positions
and mechanically repeated the game we had just played.
Daddy looked in awe at the chess board. He said, Why, those
are the very moves we just made. This machine is repeating them one
for one, just as we played. I can hardly believe my eyes! How does
it do that? It looks like I have just outlived my times; electronics
is something I just wont ever be able to comprehend.
That was one of Daddys last chess games; he had very little
opportunity to play after that.