You know how a sound or sometimes a smell can bring back a flood of memories. Well, growing up I spent a lot of time on a golf course. Before I took up the sport I would ride in the golf cart with my parents.
I started taking lessons when I was about 5 or 6. We would only play three holes. I remember sassing my mom about it quite a bit and not wanting to play. Even shedding some tears. My Dad made me a special putter from a grown up putter. He cut it down and welded it together so it would be just my size. That I liked.
As I got older and better, I loved it. My best friend and I spent our summers at the club playing in a group called Jr. Golf and eating lunch together at the snack shack. And when the Country Club put in a pool, we were there all day!
We happened to live very close to the club. The point of this whole post was to share that in my youth my Dad and I used to walk up to the club in the evening after the course was empty and play golf together. Sometimes, just a few holes. I don't remember any specific conversations that we ever had when we did this but I remember the sounds.
I started taking lessons when I was about 5 or 6. We would only play three holes. I remember sassing my mom about it quite a bit and not wanting to play. Even shedding some tears. My Dad made me a special putter from a grown up putter. He cut it down and welded it together so it would be just my size. That I liked.
As I got older and better, I loved it. My best friend and I spent our summers at the club playing in a group called Jr. Golf and eating lunch together at the snack shack. And when the Country Club put in a pool, we were there all day!
We happened to live very close to the club. The point of this whole post was to share that in my youth my Dad and I used to walk up to the club in the evening after the course was empty and play golf together. Sometimes, just a few holes. I don't remember any specific conversations that we ever had when we did this but I remember the sounds.
There is one sound that I will never forget from all the time I spent on the course with him. It is the sound the bird makes in the photo above. He has a very specific sound.
He showed up her at our house several weeks ago and seems to be staying. He likes to perch high on one of three of our trees. When I am out there with the kids he "warbles" his little sound and I whistle it back to him. He responds. And we continue back and forth. Bet you didn't know I can do bird calls.
We have lived here two years and I have never heard him before or a bird like him. So when I heard him for the first time a few weeks back, I couldn't help but think of my Dad.
It is just strange to me how a little bird and a sound make me feel like my Dad is near.
(Easter Sunday marked 6 years since my Dad died)
