Margarete Ward About Gong Hee Fot Choy fortune telling game

Margarete Ward
October 16th, 1890 - October 17th 1977

The reason I was inspired to make the fortune-telling game, Gong Hee Fot Choy, was to give the American people a little of the fine philosophy of the ancient Chinese race.

Many persons I meet want to know how I happened to take up the study of Chinese philosophy; and the teaching of their religions. In the following I will endeavor to explain.

When I lived in China I was introduced, by an American friend, to a Chinese gentleman whose name was Kwan Tsi Ching. Mr. Ching was wealthy, and like all the wealthy Chinese men, owned a large estate about the size of one of our residential blocks.

When I met Mr. Ching he invited me to his home to visit his family. I never shall forget the afternoon I went to his home to tea. After a short drive from my home my chauffeur stopped at a large wall that had an opening just large enough for my car to pass through. The wall was all of two and a half feet thick and twelve feet high and on top, bedded in the cement, were large pieces of broken glass which projected above the wall. As I had learned while travelling in foreign countries not to ask questions, I made no comment.

When I found myself inside the high wall and the gates were securely fastened, there greeted me one of the most beautiful gardens I have ever seen. Smilingly I looked about and was helped out of the car by one of Mr. Ching's servants and escorted to the big house that stood majestically in the garden. The servant at the door very politely escorted me through a spacious hall into the large front or receiving room. In the hall a massive hand-carved stairway of teakwood led up to the top floor. As this was the first Chinese home I had ever been in, it was with some difficulty that I concealed my amazement, but I continued to smile and to give the impression that I was happy and pleased to be there.

The chair offered to me was dainty as could be, upholstered in brocaded pink silk, and the framework was light and hand- carved. To be sure, it was not very comfortable; but it was, as were all the other matching dainty pieces of furniture in the room, a masterpiece of art. I had no more than been seated, than the servant left the room very politely, and closed the hall door silently. From another door, Mr. Ching made his appearance dressed in a gorgeous silk gown and a Chinese afternoon coat. Following him, bowing and smiling was one of his six wives, the one that could converse in English.

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