Some may recall the Relay For Life Golf Tournament my family participates in each June in Hays KS (it goes without saying that I have photos of that event…many photos). Dad showed me the latest addition to the golf course – floating fountains! I think all these fountains do is keep stirred up the golf balls I generously contribute to the bottom of the pond each year. BTW, in the background is the “skyline” of the Fort Hays State University campus – the black-domed Observatory was a favorite place to telescope-look at the night sky as a young Scout and student of “always looking up”…
A fun photography day spent with Dad began with the morning light casting through the beautiful stained glass at the First Presbyterian Church sanctuary. Although I grew up spiritually in this church family, I remember little of this particular church building. Mostly I grew up attending the historic church in downtown Hays. The new church was opened on Easter Sunday in 1975 and I was preoccupied with the typical high school distractions at that time of my life…
From just a few weeks ago…these still make me smile.
Hmmm, lets see…how ’bout…
maybe a Bentley, or a Mazariti, or a Mercedes
No…perhaps a Jaguar, or a Maybach, or a Triumph, or a Lamborghini
A ’41 Ford Super Deluxe, or a ’59 Chevy Parkwood Station Wagon, or a 55′ Studebaker Speedster, or a ’38 Buick Roadmaster!
Hmmm is about right…. Continue reading
Yeah…more golf. This time clips of our talent and prowness on a golf course:
I took over 1400 pictures yesterday! This series could go on for a long, long time y’all (just kidding…on the series going on for a long time…maybe a week…OK, maybe not):
OFB TR started it today. There were a few barbs trade via email…creativity was shared without a tee time reservation.
Friday’s golf outing amongst the family should be fun, interesting, and full of…well…lets just saw if history is any indication of what’s in store for the course, I will need to be a designated golf cart driver for the “young’uns” and their run to the liquor store (losers by the beer) will be sobering. Dad and his 3 sons (the old timers 0r “old farts” if you’d rather) versus 4 of his 5 grandkids (the “Young’uns). It is safe to say we talk (and Photoshop) better than we play the game.
Here are the traded smack photos for today. I must say they are kind of funny. The photo-doctoring all started with OFNi Dani’s clever and humorous talent. Continue reading
This is the one week of the year that I dust off my golf clubs (more like clear off the cobwebs) and slip into my golf shoes (but check for spider nests in the toes first). Golf is played twice in one week’s time: Monday in Texas, Friday in Kansas (both charity fundraisers BTW). I play twice a year, and both those tee times are in the same week.
This is the week I also seek counsel from my clergy friends to help me through the next five days. My possessed golf clubs, when used infrequently, have a way of controlling a meek personality, any kind of recreational fun, and testing one’s conviction to the 3rd commandment. Maybe if I listen to gospel music on the iPod while attempting to play this silly game might help….hmmmm
At the May’s, it was golf. At the McRae’s, it was being at the farm.
While back in Kansas for a long weekend, advantage was taken of an infrequent opportunity to golf with Dad and the two FBs. We typically only golf together one Friday per year – at the Ellis County Relay for Life Golf Tournament every June. We need the practice in order to beat Dad’s foursome of grandkids (FD does/has not played…and really doesn’t have a desire to play ever since she ever-so-bravely stood up to a 9-iron thump on the head at an early age, while at a driving range with dear ol’ dad…ruined to golf recreation for her, for life I think). Continue reading
One issue I’ve realized over the past several months is a lack of pictures. It’s not so much that I don’t have pictures – I actually have 4,565 of them so far this year since I’ve started this 365 / Picture-a-day thing. I just don’t have a decent one of myself for posting to the blog. Mind you, I have 293 pictures of OFGNi Madison; 353 pics of OFGNe Mick; and I have 26 of me. That ratio really doesn’t bother me whatsoever.
So if I want a picture in the sidebar of this blog, I’m kind of forced to choose a goofy one from my library (the one uploaded now is looking like I have gas and I’m self-humored because of it). Please know, I extend my sincere apologies for the creepiness pose in the left column even though I look like I feel better…the gas thing and all ya know. Continue reading
We’ve all shaved a few strokes, or maybe just didn’t count a few of our duffs, OB’s, whiffs, tee-taps, foot wedges, and shots into Dad’s golf cart cubby hole – I think I’ve written about that already – playing the so-called “gentleman’s game” (no offense intended lady golfers). This article in today’s Dallas Morning News comparatively pales our minor offenses and is a better example of how cheating in this wonderful game does not make the recreation any more enjoyable. So count those strokes fellow golfers and remember this story of cheating on a golf course…I wonder if these guys will claim a “mulligan” in court? Continue reading
A blog or two ago I wrote of a pending game of golf that was to be played amongst family members. I am here to say the game is now history. It was played in near-perfect weather (for north-central Kansas): a slight breeze and 90° temperatures. Everyone showed up early for the tee time (thanks to Trevor’s wake-up call to Tara); cold beverages (adult and otherwise) were strategically placed every third hole or so for our convenience and solace. It was a grand day despite a 5+ hour round of golf and nearly 2 hours worth of fundraiser auctions.
We all had our moments around the course. Some of us had longer moments than others (the author for one and for the most part). Missed shots, missed putts, missing golf balls, and cart partners missing their ride (thanks Dad). What made this game special was the May’s made up two of the 30-odd foursomes playing. Dad/Grandpa was so proud when the course Marshall broadcasted the shotgun starting holes as “on the number 1 tee…all the May’s”. That was really kind of cool for all of us, not just Dad. Continue reading
Next week Tyler and I venture to the flatlands of Kansas to join other family in a “Gentlemanly Pursuit” (as Tyler writes) game of golf. It is fast becoming a highly anticipated round – one that has already been met with arrival time coordination, sleeping arrangements, practice range practice, and yes…”ungentlemanly” smack. The event is for a good cause: a fundraiser for the American Cancer Society, aka Relay for Life (Mom has a great vantage point and will be our Field Marshall that day). Continue reading