It is time to tone it down. Time to go back to my roots. Like some of you, I have lost a friend or two in the last few weeks and months. Every loss was politically related. Though I am okay with it, these losses devastate some people. When they realize a long-lasting relationship was nothing but a mirage, it hurts. Even though I realize I am better off with most of these destroyed acquaintances, I believe I will avoid poking anyone’s sensitivities this week.
Having Master’s Week in golf in the middle of November is a completely different animal. It was postponed from its normal week in April for obvious reasons. Master’s Week can easily be argued as the most important week of the year in golf. Many courses do something special in recognition. Canton Golf Club has its own way of showing appreciation to the game in conjunction with the Masters. The late Wes Jones was the Grounds Superintendent of our club for several years. During Masters Week in April, he would put yellow flags on each hole as is the case in Augusta. He would also make the same sandwiches they sell in Augusta for a cheap price. Wes lost his life too soon in our opinion. But I guess the timing was right in God’s opinion. Brian Bell is now the Grounds Superintendent of Canton Golf Club. Following Wes in his position, and under the devastating circumstances, could not have been easy. This week, Brian has put the yellow flags on each hole to commemorate the Masters and to pay tribute to our friend Wes. This move says everything about his character. Wes would have been his biggest supporter.
As much as we are enjoying life in Waleska, moving is a pain. There is nothing fun about packing and unpacking boxes. It was difficult having to leave your house so it can be shown to prospective buyers. This happened many times. There were times the world’s greatest Rat Terrier, Yippee Lee Collett, had to stay with Mama while we attended some of the few events which were not canceled during the summer. Mom and Yippee have taken to each other at a rapid pace. One night while she was baby sitting Yippee Lee, we made a quick stop at her house to check on Yippee before attending a dinner. When we walked in, she was at the stove cooking. I said, “You do remember we aren’t eating here tonight, don’t you?” She said, “Yes. I’m not cooking for you. I’m frying me and Yippee a hamburger steak.” Though we are excited for Mama to get moved in, our excitement does not match the excitement of our son, Yippee Lee. I love my boy!
There are many times I get suggestions from people as to possible topics for this column. There are also topics or people which I know I will one day write about when the time is right. The key is to get the timing right. Connie Green reached out to me on Wednesday, Nov. 11, 2020 to share some news. It was on this day her mother, Martha Jo Boston Carmichael Lingefelt, turned 102 years of age. She was married to former commissioner Trammel Carmichael for 54 years. After he passed, she was married to Elmer Lingefelt for 19 years. Mrs. Lingefelt lives at Cameron Hall. This Saturday, Nov. 14, 2020 at 3 p.m., there will be a birthday parade at Cameron Hall to help her celebrate. If you know her, maybe you can spare a few minutes to tell her Happy Birthday. Why did I write this? Mrs. Green wanted her Mama recognized. We must always recognize our Mamas.
I’m not near the car person my Daddy was, but I do like a nice ride. However, I really want a truck. Daddy knew how to find what he wanted. He could horse trade. These are skills he did not pass on to me. My Uncle, Johnny Champion, has several vehicles in his collection. However, there is one which stands out from all the others. It is a 1986 GMC K1500 4-wheel drive. He bought it new and has kept it running like a top. This truck is not restored. The paint is gone in many places. It looks as if it has been sitting in the weather since 1986. That is because it has. But this truck purrs like a kitten. I told Johnny recently that his truck was a country music song and I wanted it. He said no. I said please. We are family. He still said no. Maybe Daddy would have had a better shot at it. Who knows? However, if you know Johnny and have any pull with him, help me out.
I hope my version of this week’s news gives you a small break from the craziness in our world. We all need something to smile about.