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Clare Briggs is a famous cartoonist who lived from 1875 to 1930. Poems by Wilbur Nesbitt.
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I learned to play on rural Midwestern public courses. None of them had a groundskeeper per se. In those days, becoming a PGA member generally didn’t mean the touring players. It meant the people who went through the PGA training on how to manage a golf club. Turf care, sure, but also all the rest of running a particular type of small business. Oh, and how to teach someone to play golf.
The course where I learned the most was a little 9-hole place in the next little town over. If I got there by 8:00, I had the course to myself and could play 36 holes and be done by 2:00. From time to time after hitting a bad shot, I would turn around and the old pro would be there, 30-40 feet away in his little golf cart. “Want to know why it was a bad shot?” he’d ask. “Want to know how to get a better result?” And when I said yes, he’d pull out a half-bucket of range balls and I’d learn the right way to do something.Report
The local muni near my NC house that I played a lot on, when I played, was locally known as “The Goat Farm”, right down to the merchandise, since it paled in comparsion to the generally area that included Pinehurst being only a 30 minute drive away. Become something of a pride thing to play and play well there. Like a lot of courses it didn’t survive, and is now a city park where you can still tell the holes and fairways where among the soccer fields and walking trails. And frankly, ten years of being public has improved the grass lol.Report