My Grandparents Played An Extreme Amount of NES Games in the 1990s
And it was awesome.
Childhood is a wild ride. Everything seems at once very new, almost hyper-real and yet incredibly normal. Your world is the world of your family. Whatever world they inhabit or that they construct around you is what makes sense to you, it’s all you know. Only later when you go to school or to a friend’s house do you encounter new, often wildly different ecosystems that shatter your reality.
For example, as an only child, I was intrigued by my friends who had siblings. I studied how they interacted. Sometimes conversations were peaceful, but often, there was a lot of teasing, name-calling (“what are you looking at, butthead?”), physical fighting, among other things. Sometimes I’d get thrown into the mix when I was around, guilt by association, even though I never instigated any conflict. I didn’t mind. It was a new experience, one that I knew I’d never get at home.
Video games were a regular part of life growing up. My dad bought me an NES sometime in 1989 or 1990, and that was it, there they were, just like television and radio, like they’d always been there. My grandpa Popie (not his Christian name, just what I called him) also owned a Commodore 64, and we regularly played Pac-Man and Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? together. Again, I thought this was normal, catching ghosts and criminals with a joystick and keyboard, next to my grandfather. He bought the computer and games, of course, not me, I didn’t have any money. I just participated and enjoyed the connection, never thinking that other kids don’t always have this sort of unusual experience.
The next part of this story requires a setup, so please bear with this long and winding road.
Sometime in the early 90s, my cousin Jesse and my aunt Jeannine moved back in with her parents, our grandparents, hereafter known as Grandma and Grandpa (Grandpa is not Popie – Popie is my dad’s dad, while Grandpa is my mom’s dad). Sometime after they moved in, Jesse asked for an NES. Jeannine obliged, on the condition that he could only play after all his homework was complete for the day. With the system came many of the classics: Super Mario Bros. 3, Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Ninja Gaiden II. But there was also a curious item: 42-in-1, a bootleg cartridge that hailed from Southeast Asia.
42-in-1 had – that’s right – 42 games crammed into one single cartridge. The cartridge was wider and bulkier than a standard NES cartridge, so Jesse and my grandfather "widened" the NES cartridge slot to make it fit (with a flathead screwdriver, I think? Not sure). When turned on, 42-in-1 would display 20 games only. To access the other 22, you'd turn the system off then on again, and there they were, illegal magic right in front of your eyes.
Not all bootleg games/compilations are quality, admittedly, but 42-in-1 bucked the trend. There are first-party Nintendo titles (Super Mario Bros., Pinball, Excitebike), some awesome Famicom games that never released on the NES (B-Wings, Battle City, Front Line), and some fantastic third-party titles (Galaga, Star Force, Bomberman). Not every game is a winner, of course, but with 42 games to choose from, you always have something to play.
Earlier I mentioned that my cousin Jesse was only allowed to play the NES when all his homework was done. Well, Jesse was a good student, so he always held up his end of the bargain. After school, he'd start right away on his homework. Once finished, he'd run to the NES, excited to play... only to find our grandparents sitting in front of the television, transfixed by 42-in-1.
See, while Jesse was at school all day, and my aunt Jeannine was out working, Grandma and Grandpa – both recent retirees - played hours of NES games. Bomberman was one of their favorites, along with Lode Runner, Othello and Battle City. Any game they could share and play together, they did (as an adult, I now find this incredibly sweet). They played so much that Jesse rarely got a chance. Eventually, he told his mom about it, and she confronted them. My grandparents recognized that they were addicted, but they didn't stop playing. Instead, whenever they played, they would set an egg timer for 30-60 minutes. When it dinged, they’d stop.
For context, Grandpa was born in 1926, Grandma in 1930. Grandma was born in Texas to a German family, though both parents were at least second generation. Grandpa was born in Minnesota to a Czech family who had recently emigrated when they saw the Communist writing on the wall. Both lived through the Great Depression and World War II, with Grandpa enlisting at 17 in the Air Force. Grandma got her master’s degree and presumed she’d be a teacher her whole life, but when she married Grandpa in 1952, they had six kids and she was kept extremely busy (no regrets, she says). Thanks to Grandpa being in the military, the family moved everywhere, including random places like East Germany and Sudan. Eventually, Grandpa retired from the Air Force in 1988 at the age of 62. To the best of my knowledge, neither of them had played any video games prior to the NES, but they had already lived a full, rewarding life.
All throughout the 1990s, my grandparents played an excessive amount of NES, like the king and queen they are. My cousin Jesse wasn't the only one to bear witness to this. I did too, often, and I thought nothing of it. At the time, my innocent, undeveloped mind assumed that all kinds of people played video games because video games are awesome. Only in hindsight do I realize how special and amazing this was. 15 years before Wii Sports captivated nursing homes everywhere, my grandparents were blowing up bricks and baddies in Bomberman. In Battle City, they leveled hundreds of enemy tanks. In Lode Runner, they collected all the gold and beat the game dozens of times over. My grandpa even beat the original Super Mario Bros on a semi-regular basis. They knew what they were doing.
My grandparents played NES together for years until my grandpa got sick and passed away in 2002. Grandma just turned 94 last week. The last time I saw her playing NES was six years ago, aged 88. Championship Lode Runner was the game, and she was having a hard time. It was the only game her and Grandpa never beat together.
This is so sweet. Your grandpa was the same age my paternal grandfather was. He was always big into old-school PCs, because he used them for work. He was also a classic kid-at-heart so he got a kick out of games. My uncle is considerably younger than my dad (he was only like 17 when I was born) and still lived with them when my bro and I were growing up, and he was into Sierra adventure games, which my grandfather dug too. He showed us how to play various games, and how to use DOS and computers generally. I mean, Papou was a DOS expert. I think the games kept his mind active.
My maternal Yiayia (grandmother) loved Atari and had one before we did. The puzzle games were her favorite. Later, we got her a Game Gear with Columns for her birthday. She loved showing us Atari games when we’d stay. My brother and I first played an NES at their house when she rented one for us during a stay. The game she rented for us? The Legend of Zelda. She was also good with computers, but she’s an Apple gal. She’s 91 now so not much gaming but yeah, everyone plays games because games are awesome.
Great post man. Brings back nice memories.
I remember you mentioning these memories in one of your previous blog entries or podcast episodes, possibly both. Always love hearing about your grandparents and the NES multicart that they played so much of. Such a sweet story! I’m sure it would’ve made Nintendo Power back in day, well, minus the bootleg games. ;)