From the Vault: Capirucho (a poem)

By Eilene Lyon

The “From the Vault” series features an artifact or family photo from my collection to illustrate a tale from my distant past.


Here are a couple YouTube videos. The first shows visitors to Antigua demonstrating how not to play capirucho.

I like this one, because he shows how to measure the string and at the end we have a champion at the “hop.”

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      1. Indeed I do. My sister-in-law gave me a GPS after my mother and I held up a family lunch by an hour-and-a-half driving in circles around Arlington, Mass. looking for my cousin’s house. (We had the street address and a map–and we stopped to get directions twice. I finally had to call my cousin to come and lead us to her house.)

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  1. I’ve never played, but it looks fun. Who needs devices and electronics, just good, old-fashioned fun. There used to be a toy catalog for kids called Hearth Song and they specialized in wooden toys, often handmade. Plus we got a poem to boot.

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      1. We managed to amuse ourselves with lots of things growing up – Silly Putty comes to mind, not to mention various types of jumping rope in the schoolyard. Simple is better sometimes. I did enjoy the poem – hope you do some more Eileen.

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  2. I am fascinated by this kind of wooden toys; we have baleros in Mexico, and in Japan, there’s a toy with a ball and two cups at the end of the stick (Kendama). I didn’t know about capiruchos, they are so pretty!

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    1. I will need to learn more about the toys you mention. I wonder how many such toys depend on developing eye-hand coordination. Remember paddles with rubber string and ball?


      1. Yes, so interesting; I might post about the balero and kendama at some point (and now I know about the capirucho, too). I remember those paddles! And something called a “pack-pack”; it was basically two hard balls attached to strings, and you had to swing the strings to make the balls collide repeatedly (they made a “pack” sound, hence the name). Kids got bruised arms and even eyes from the hard balls, and I think the toy was eventually banned, hehe.

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