Wednesday, September 26, 2018
The Way We Were Wednesday - Golf?
My father caddied as a teenager. He could make a couple dollars on a Saturday morning, and he enjoyed the walk, and thought wanted to be like the people who played. His father told him, people like us don't play golf.
When I was in the first grade, my family spent a winter in Phoenix Arizona. There was a golf course down the street, and my father overcame his social fears and learned to play. He enjoyed it, and played into his early 80's.
My guess is I was between 8 and 10 when this picture was taken in the front yard of the small house on the farm, with a golf club in my hands. (The barn in the background burned down before I was 12 - I slept through that one.)
The winter I was in the 8th grade, my family spent the winter in Spring Hill, Florida, the first of many winters out of the cold. In January the overcrowded school system switched to double sessions. I caught a school bus at 6:00AM, classes started at 7:00 AM and I was out at Noon. My sister had the afternoon shift, she caught the bus at 11:00 AM, her classes started at noon, she got home about 7:00 PM. With afternoons free, I learned to play golf that winter. Spending 2 or 3 afternoons a week on the golf course with my father. I even bought a set of used clubs. When I moved from Florida, found the clubs in the corner of the garage, the cover hadn't been off since I had moved into that house, 9 years before. I sold the clubs on the moving sale.
Do you play golf?