Monday, May 5, 2014
So much about my Dad was wonderful! So many things come to mind about his love, patience and support of anything I wanted to do (within reason of course). My best memories growing up was of Dad teaching my brother Artie and I to play golf and playing with us. I think he wanted to play, and mother wanted relief from us. Regardless, it was all good. Mother stayed home and most of the time we'd come back and she would be dealing bridge hands to herself. Later on, she got bored being at home alone and joined us at the "Muni". Dad was very rule conscious and Artie and I learned all the rules of golf so we wouldn't have to add any more strokes to our score. Dad made us play by the rules or not play. After a while we were allowed to play with our friends and other people besides Dad, however, he always seemed to catch up to us and ask how we were doing. His patience with us was amazing, but my temper when I'd blow a shot was not taken lightly by Dad. Once he saw me throw my club down from two fairways over. When we finished the round and met at the club house for our bottle of pop, he met me at the door. "Lois
Bea, I saw you throw your club. In order to make you understand how important it is to contain your temper, I have decided that you can't play on the course for two weeks. You will however, come to the golf course with us, but will be hitting range balls while we play." Wow, I thought the only reason you hit range balls was to stretch and loosen up. But, I learned that when I would try different things to improve my swing, I became a better player.
Thanks Dad.
