Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Game 17 9\15
Monday I met my old neighbor Larry Fogg for a game at Countryland. It was senior’s day, gold and lunch was $20. A great deal. Once again I didn’t make par on any hole, but I had a very consistent game and had some great tee shots. Most were straight which is exactly what I wanted. I did go to the driving range Saturday and worked on my shot mechanics and it seems to have paid off. I shot ten strokes less than the last time I played at Countryland.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Road Trip
Monday 9/8 we left for my Dad’s place in Virginia Beach. Sharon dropped the girls off at Carl’s on Saturday and we packed the car (her car) Sunday night for an early -6AM- start. The drive up was un-eventful and we drove with the top down until lunch; after lunch it was top up and A\C.
Tuesday we started the day at Greenie’s restaurant and then visited Aunt Jody and Uncle Jack and both are doing well, although Uncle Jack is on full time oxygen now, while we were there Leslie came over for a few minutes. And when we arrived back at my Dad’s Leslie was there working in the garden and Leslie and I had a nice chat.
Wednesday we drove to the old neighborhood and tried to find the yellow house (my sister and I always named the houses we lived in) and Granny’s house. We also went by Simonsdale Elementary, where I went to fifth and sixth grades, and the Beezley Community Center. The pool at Beezley is now a parking lot and the school was in the process of being torn down. Progress I suppose, although I can understand why a single story school was torn down, it was a shame to see an asphalt patch in lieu of the pool. After the nostalgia trip we went to visit Aunt Mardy and Uncle Tunie. Both of them are doing well also, we had coffee, cookies, and talked about old times. I lived with them for a while as a child and I remember just brief moments of that period. I do remember the house was in the country and on a dirt road. While we were there Roger popped over for a few minutes. I also found out one of my cousins –Sharon- owns, Porky’s, a BBQ restaurant in Capron just outside of Emporia, VA. I remembered seeing the sign on the way to my Dad’s and on the way home I left a note for my cousin, though I haven’t seen her in decades.
Thursday Sharon (Sharon the wife, not Sharon the cousin) and I went to Williamsburg with a side trip to Ft. Monroe. We drove around old fort and found the hospital where I was born. Williamsburg was nice and we walked around the town quite a bit. I went years ago when I was in elementary school, but of course it has changed quite a bit since then. Sharon enjoyed it though.
Friday was another early start and we left VA Beach about 5:50 or so and drove home, thankfully, another un-eventful trip although in NC we had to stop and put the top up and because of rain.
And as always it was nice to be to be home and though the trip was a long drive up and back it was well worth it to spend a few days with my dad and to see some of the aunts, uncles, and cousins. It’s an odd feeling to see them after so many years of separation and each time I visit I learn more and more about that side of the family. It’s also odd to have grown up in that area and to have lived so near to cousins my own age and not know any of them. Even though we moved to Atlanta quite some time ago, via a couple of years at Miracle Hill, it’s strange to have had so many cousins so close and growing up with out any contact.
Tuesday we started the day at Greenie’s restaurant and then visited Aunt Jody and Uncle Jack and both are doing well, although Uncle Jack is on full time oxygen now, while we were there Leslie came over for a few minutes. And when we arrived back at my Dad’s Leslie was there working in the garden and Leslie and I had a nice chat.
Wednesday we drove to the old neighborhood and tried to find the yellow house (my sister and I always named the houses we lived in) and Granny’s house. We also went by Simonsdale Elementary, where I went to fifth and sixth grades, and the Beezley Community Center. The pool at Beezley is now a parking lot and the school was in the process of being torn down. Progress I suppose, although I can understand why a single story school was torn down, it was a shame to see an asphalt patch in lieu of the pool. After the nostalgia trip we went to visit Aunt Mardy and Uncle Tunie. Both of them are doing well also, we had coffee, cookies, and talked about old times. I lived with them for a while as a child and I remember just brief moments of that period. I do remember the house was in the country and on a dirt road. While we were there Roger popped over for a few minutes. I also found out one of my cousins –Sharon- owns, Porky’s, a BBQ restaurant in Capron just outside of Emporia, VA. I remembered seeing the sign on the way to my Dad’s and on the way home I left a note for my cousin, though I haven’t seen her in decades.
Thursday Sharon (Sharon the wife, not Sharon the cousin) and I went to Williamsburg with a side trip to Ft. Monroe. We drove around old fort and found the hospital where I was born. Williamsburg was nice and we walked around the town quite a bit. I went years ago when I was in elementary school, but of course it has changed quite a bit since then. Sharon enjoyed it though.
Friday was another early start and we left VA Beach about 5:50 or so and drove home, thankfully, another un-eventful trip although in NC we had to stop and put the top up and because of rain.
And as always it was nice to be to be home and though the trip was a long drive up and back it was well worth it to spend a few days with my dad and to see some of the aunts, uncles, and cousins. It’s an odd feeling to see them after so many years of separation and each time I visit I learn more and more about that side of the family. It’s also odd to have grown up in that area and to have lived so near to cousins my own age and not know any of them. Even though we moved to Atlanta quite some time ago, via a couple of years at Miracle Hill, it’s strange to have had so many cousins so close and growing up with out any contact.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
An oil change, Game 16, and a three day weekend.
Saturday I changed the oil in my car (63K) and I really like the quick change drain valve (http://www.quickoildrainvalve.com/) I need to get one for Sharon’s car.
Sunday Alison and Chad and Sara came over. Sara is still a bundle of joy and now has a Cabbage Patch doll she won’t let go of. If for some reason she doesn’t have it and sees someone else with it she will point at it make noises until she gets the doll. I am amazed she recognizes the doll at such an early age. At times Sara looks just like Alison did as an infant and I think Sara will grow up to be as lovely as her mother. Alison told me earlier in the week Sara stood up in the middle of the floor and took two steps before she fell down, so Sara will be walking very soon.
Monday, Labor Day and the first three day weekend for me this summer, I played golf at http://www.countrylandgolf.com/ again and it was crowded. The starter put me with three other people, since I was by myself. The other group was two sons and their father and the son I rode in the cart with was pretty good as was the father. The other son wasn’t good at all I really wonder how much interest he had in playing. I think he wanted to be with his father and brother, but I had the impression he wished it were some where else. I didn’t play that well, though I really didn’t play that badly. There were two holes where I really struggled and had large scores and if those were factored out then my game wasn’t so bad. It was the first time I had played as a part of a foursome and that coupled with the son that struggled destroyed any rhythm I had. I’m not blaming my poor performance on the others it just seemed as though the game was a based upon periods of erratic activity and then a lot of waiting for something to happen and the game took forever.
I do believe the father stole one of my shots. I had hit a ball and couldn’t find it and the other three had claimed their ball placements and I had to drop a ball. I was surprised I couldn’t find my ball and was annoyed at having to drop a ball because of the stroke penalty and because of loosing another ball. The a few holes later the father that had been hitting Top-Flite 1s was suddenly hitting a Pinnacle 4 which is what I was hitting. So, I think dear ‘ol dad stole my shot. But all in all it was a good game and it was great to play on such a fine day.
Sunday Alison and Chad and Sara came over. Sara is still a bundle of joy and now has a Cabbage Patch doll she won’t let go of. If for some reason she doesn’t have it and sees someone else with it she will point at it make noises until she gets the doll. I am amazed she recognizes the doll at such an early age. At times Sara looks just like Alison did as an infant and I think Sara will grow up to be as lovely as her mother. Alison told me earlier in the week Sara stood up in the middle of the floor and took two steps before she fell down, so Sara will be walking very soon.
Monday, Labor Day and the first three day weekend for me this summer, I played golf at http://www.countrylandgolf.com/ again and it was crowded. The starter put me with three other people, since I was by myself. The other group was two sons and their father and the son I rode in the cart with was pretty good as was the father. The other son wasn’t good at all I really wonder how much interest he had in playing. I think he wanted to be with his father and brother, but I had the impression he wished it were some where else. I didn’t play that well, though I really didn’t play that badly. There were two holes where I really struggled and had large scores and if those were factored out then my game wasn’t so bad. It was the first time I had played as a part of a foursome and that coupled with the son that struggled destroyed any rhythm I had. I’m not blaming my poor performance on the others it just seemed as though the game was a based upon periods of erratic activity and then a lot of waiting for something to happen and the game took forever.
I do believe the father stole one of my shots. I had hit a ball and couldn’t find it and the other three had claimed their ball placements and I had to drop a ball. I was surprised I couldn’t find my ball and was annoyed at having to drop a ball because of the stroke penalty and because of loosing another ball. The a few holes later the father that had been hitting Top-Flite 1s was suddenly hitting a Pinnacle 4 which is what I was hitting. So, I think dear ‘ol dad stole my shot. But all in all it was a good game and it was great to play on such a fine day.
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