I went with my Dad to bingo last night and he got a bingo! As much as he likes the game he gets frustrated when he doesn’t win. My Mother really doesn’t like bingo. If I go then the vehicle is warm by the time I get there and I see that he gets safely in and out and back home again. My Mother gets a few hours to do what ever she wants.
Dad said “When I was a kid about 14 years old ( about 1940) and was at the County Fair I played bingo, three cards were on a piece of cardboard and it cost five cents to play. We used corn to mark the numbers. I used to be pretty lucky and would play a long time….I won cupie dolls and dogs…gave the dolls to the girls and the dogs to little boys…I didn’t keep a thing. I just like the game of bingo.”
Dad’s potatoes in bloom last summer.