Troop 1, The Lower Farm, The Upper Lake, Dogtown Days, The Foreman, Felony Hill, Urijah, White Deer Black Bear

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ISBN: 9781457521119
112 pages
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Excerpt from the Book

At first I didn’t know where to begin this story, but the more I thought about it the beginning was my last day of school as a seventh grader, and I might add that I’d be going into the eighth grade as an honor student. It was the first day of summer vacation, and June had always seemed so bright and full of life. But, I knew my summer wasn’t going to be as easy as some of the other kids, going to the park pool every day or on vacations to the shores of New Jersey and the like. My life was harder, because I knew Momma and I were alone in a two bedroom walk-up apartment and she had many bills to pay.

I heard about other boys going to a golf course to carry golf bags for golfers, they called it caddying. I didn’t even know if I was old enough to do it, but we needed money. Many of the older guys from school worked there during the summer. The fear of trying this new venture made my heart race, and the thought of hitchhiking to the golf course was a totally new experience, because it was something I had never done.

On that last day of school, one of the older guys was talking to another boy in the lunchroom telling him where they would meet and at what time, so that they could hitch hike to the course together. During the summer when the time changed, he said, the golfers would be at the course by sunrise looking for caddies. The best deal was to get there early in the morning, get finished and leave, so you could have the rest of the summer day to do other things.

After lunch was over, I introduced myself to that guy and he told me his name was Barry. I told him that I wanted to go the golf course and learn how to caddie; he was nice and asked my age.

“I’m thirteen.”

“When will you be fourteen?”

“September fifth.”

“Well, you’re pretty big for your age, so if you’re really interested I think you’ll be able to do it.”

A surge of confidence poured through me when Barry saw something in me that I was totally unaware of.

“How will I get there? I‘ve never been to the golf course.”

“You can come with me and Philip. Be on the corner of Broad Street and Crompond Road at 5 a.m. on Saturday. Wear your sneakers and be on time.”

“Thanks, Barry. I’ll be there.”

Saturday was three days away and I didn’t have a clue what golf was all about. My reading skills were sound, so I would find the answers in the library.

Instead of going directly home, I made my way over to the Field Library, which was not far from my house. I wanted to learn more about golf and the art of being a caddie. The entrance to the library always intrigued me; behind the glass solarium were stuffed animals and birds. The mountain lion always looked as though he could jump out. I approached the librarian’s desk and asked her where I could find books on golf. The rather short, overweight librarian, wearing thick black rimmed eyeglasses, looked at me with a questioning stare and then led me to the aisle on sports, related books. She was extremely helpful, but there were so many books on the game of golf, golf instruction, golf course architecture, past champions, and the evolution of the golf clubs and golf balls, that I didn’t know where to start.

My interest was in the job of being a caddie, but the book I opened first was on golf clubs, and it was an instant education on the history of clubs and balls dating back to the early 1800’s. The book’s illustrations showed clubs with wooden shafts and leather grips. The male golfers were dressed in apparel that looked uncomfortable and gaudy and the women golfers wore long ankle length dresses with pointed button shoes that darted out. The main focus of the book was on the names of the clubs and their numbers and how technology advanced the clubs into the modern era. I became engrossed in this unfamiliar world of golf. It was far too much to absorb in just one short visit to the library; in fact, it might have to become a lifetime study in order to fully understand the equipment and the game.