Being the sharp young kid, my grandmother, Jewish of course, taught me the game at about the age of ten and sometimes I “sat in” during the summer at the bungalow colony or on Mah Jongg night at her apartment which was just down the street from us.
I have no sense of comparison to how it is played by Chinese women. The version my grandmother and the other ladies paid resembled gin rummy more than anything else. Every year there was a new card from the Mah Jongg association (?) which had the 40 or 50 legitimate hands that you could win with that year. Most of the hands did not change each year but there was some variation.
You could have 5 players with one woman (participant) sitting out each hand, making coffee, cutting cake, whatever. And she could also be the KIBITZER.
I have to back up here, the game was played by mixing all the tiles, face down and then putting them against your rack as if they were bricks in a wall. And then you would pick tiles in order and announce what tile you had picked: 5 Bam, 3 crack, whatever. This also encouraged lots of side conversations amongst the players and the KIBITZER which was probably the whole point of getting together in the first place.
It was a way to sit down and YAK or as we called it “Yenting” or being a Yenta. A gossip, a teller of tales.
I think that is why the game was so attractive. A chance to sit and talk with the other Bubbies and Tantehs or your friends or your Landsmann and keep occupied while you socialized.
For the non-Jews who read this:
Bubbie—grandmother
Tanteh—aunt or in my case usually great-aunt
Landsman—someone who emigrated from the same region in Europe that you emigrated from. It might be a town or a bigger region. By mid-century it could also mean someone you lived with in the Bronx before you moved to Boca Raton.
Kibitzer- one who kibitzes
Kibitz – make comments about everyone else at the table, nothing nasty, frequently sarcastic or ironic.
SRM