I haven't bragged on my wife around here much, have I? Bad husband.
At the time she took the test in 1974, my wife's scores were so far off the charts that the MAT sent along that we assumed she was the recordholder with her 98 out of 100. I guess that's not true, as Prometheus Society accepts that as a score for qualification, implying that people occasionally make that grade. That's a pity, as I have been saying she's the previous recordholder for almost four decades now. Ah well. She is merely at the 99.997 percentile of verbal abilities instead.
I discovered early that there are games you just can't play with her. The Dictionary Game, for example, in which you take a word that no one knows and make up definitions to fool the other players, with the real definition thrown in to the guessing pile. It's just tedious to keep going through lists to find a word she doesn't know, and even when she thinks she doesn't, has been known to "make up" a definition that is identical to the real one, revealing that she did indeed know it after all, somehow, somewhere. Wherry is one I recall from that category.
We do have a copy of Mrs. Byrne's Dictionary. That usually worked. Except the rest of our friends had already decided by that time that it just wasn't any fun.
Interestingly, neither of us is much good at Scrabble. We're not bad, but nothing exciting. One of our sons is good at speed scrabble when he can find a taker, and perhaps Tracy would excel at that given the chance. Another oddity: she does not produce vocabulary automatically or for fun, as many word-people do. It's mostly recognition vocab.
