Gambling has become such an integral part of our culture. Except for the friendly poker games among friends and neighbors, I never gave a lot of thought to gambling when I was growing up in Madison County.
For years, I considered gambling just about cards or dice. Nothing more.
When I heard some of the older folks comment about winning on the tip board at the local bar, I was certain they were talking about some kind of a board game. Perhaps a grown up version of monopoly?
Never in my wildest childish dreams did I expect people would be flocking to Madison County to play the slots. I heard about it when friends or relatives talked about going to Las Vegas, but certainly it couldn’t happen here in the Bible Belt. Gambling surely wouldn’t come here.
Why, even my grandma would play the “tip” boards once in a while. But that wasn’t really gambling because grandmas were doing it. And always for a good reason. Like when I was eight or nine and had seen a beautiful doll in the window at the Fortville Hardware. It was a 36-inch Cinderella and I knew she was perfect for my room. I already knew which favorites from my stuffed menagerie would share her space. . . the fluffy white poodle with a pink ribbon around each ear and a tiny little white kitten.
Mom just kept saying “I wouldn’t count on it.”