1970-1980 Sandy, Billy and Debbie Jackson share their
personal memories and hysterical antics. (If only Johnie Stapp knew this.)
Sandy Jackson’s memories
There was a huge cedar tree on the circle of the
clubhouse where you turned into the club. Four or five of us would sneak into
that thick tree and smoke cigarettes. I’m sure people knew because there was
smoke floating out of the cedar tree. Worst of all, we would even hide our
bikes in the tree so no one could see us. Several of us used to run down to hole # 1 by
Elm Street. We would hook up the water hose, that was there for watering the
green, and spray cars going by on Elm Street. Then we’d run to the woods and
creek and hide. Some of the cars turned around and came back looking for us.
They even drove to the club and told them, but we were sneaky and never got
caught. (Billy and Tracy Bradshaw)
Billy’s stories:
1. John Mirjanich made up “Treasure Hunts” on the
golf course for the neighborhood kids. He would even draw a map of the area
with markings and distances in which we would find the treasures. Of course,
all of this was done when there was no one on the golf course.
About 1973 John Mirjanich once dug, hand dug, a
sand trap on the shag-bag practice range on the East side of the county club.
Your dad (Johnie Stapp) even added sand to it so we could all practice. John
then mowed an area down using his dad’s new Lawn Boy Mower. It was cool for us
kids and the neighbors to practice on. It was located on the slight hill west
of old #8 tee box and north of the Painter house on Yale Street.
3. Johnie Stapp put the fear of God in all of us,
of any age. One time I got blamed for riding my motorcycle over the greens and
destroying them. I was not guilty, and one of the club members even proved that
I was at a high school golf tournament in Ada that day. My motorcycle never
once touched the golf course. We were ornery not destructive. **We still don’t
know who rode the motorcycles over the greens that spring night. Obviously,
Dad’s presence made a difference in how we all behaved and knew our boundaries.
4. We used to play Flash Light tag at night. Our
boundary was on the east all along old hole #7 (16), north to old #6 (10) then
west to the hump on that long hole, then down the low area of #9 (18) heading
south to our houses. We did not get close to the country club, but I am sure
those people sitting in the bar at night could see the flashlights shine and
the kids running in and out of the trees and bushes.
5. I remember that old grumpy man who worked in the
golf shop. (The Story of Old Bill The
Story of Old Bill by Letty )
I
must have been about five years old (1967) I would walk up the window to the
golf shop and ask for an Orange Coke. He would growl back at me and say, “Do
you want an Orange, or do you want a Coke? We don’t have orange coke.” I didn’t
understand. I only knew I wanted an orange coke, all drinks were cokes, I
thought. **When Billy shared this with
me I wept, because that is exactly how Old Bill acted, but I learned that he
was teasing us. His voice or tonality never shared that he was teasing. He always
seemed deadly serious.)
6.
One night Sandy and I were down on hole #1
playing with the water hoses and splashing cars as they drove by, and sometimes
we threw water balloons at cars. But this night we splashed the car of ‘one of
Mami’s finest’ and his window on his black and white car with a red light on
top was rolled down. He felt the splash. He jumped out of his car and tried to
get over the fence (Elm Street) to chase us, but he couldn’t get over the weeds
and bushes. As soon as possible he
turned the car around and headed up the clubhouse. We knew it would take him a
long time to go back down Elm and turn back toward the club. We ran full speed ahead and climbed in the
huge cedar tree on south side of the practice range, near the house where
Kemper’s lived. It was a huge thick tree, the same one we smoked in. The police
pulled in and shined their flashlights all over. Luckily, for us they did not
find us that night, and eventually we made our way home.
7.
When we were little, we loved to go up to the
bar, knock on the door and order “Shirley Temples” to drink. The bartender was
Bev Cox. Sometimes she let us into the bar to order and take out drinks back
out. I can remember the colorful and bold eye shadow she wore like blues,
greens, and bright reds or pinks. Bev was a good woman and people liked her and
we felt like big people drinking our Shirley Temples.
8. I must have been a teenager when “old Doug” a
cook upstairs with Flo said, “See that Blue Maverick out there in the parking
lot. It’s broke. If you can start it you can drive it.” The challenge was set—I went out there and
jiggled the broken ignition switch until I started the car. I took off and Doug
came screaming out of the kitchen.
9.
One time in a ‘horse race’ Joe Hankins on the
first hole pulled a fifth of Jack Daniels and took a swig before he teed off.
He then proceeded to take a swig before every shot. Much to our amazement he
didn’t pass out and made it eight holes of the ‘horse race’ until someone
yanked the bottle out of his hand and took a swig of the Jack Daniels. He
discovered it was Iced Tea and not Jack that Joe had been drinking. We all had
a good laugh over that.
1970-79
Debbie Jackson’s memories:
1. We often played flashlight tag at night on the golf
course with the neighbors. We usually played behind the Wallace house, and we
could go anywhere on the golf course to hide.
2. My friends and I love eating on
the upstairs back porch after Jr. Golf on Friday’s. We ate grilled cheese
sandwiches and onion rings. The best lunch was on a Friday.
Breaking my arm was a dramatic memory. My brother Billy was jumping off
the diving board of the old pool and I got on to go jump off and he decided not
to jump and told me to move back. So, I did. Then he said move more, so I did,
and I didn’t see how close I was and fell off on the back of the diving board
breaking my arm and getting a cast.
4. Having the nice Easter egg hunts in the grass
area in front of the club is a fond memory. One time I found the golden egg and it was amazing.
Playing jr. golf early on Friday mornings and
having to get up and walk on the grass with all the dew still on it will always be a special childhood feeling.
6. What fun it was riding my lime green QA 50 minibike. I was
racing someone on the golf cart to the tee box behind our house. I won the
race, but I put my front handle brakes on and went flying over the front of my
minibike landing flat on the tee box. I thought I was dead, but just knocked
the wind out of me. I was so embarrassed laying on the ground after winning the
race. (not telling who but it was a boy I was racing. He was a real nice boy
who worked at the club.)
We always had such fun
playing Bingo night at the Country club.
I I loved
when our family ate in the dining room when we would pass the toppings for our
baked potato. It was a silver serving item that had butter, sour cream, and
bacon bits. (Can’t do that anymore in restaurants). I wanted to have my wedding
reception in that dining room and loved the fancy steps to walk up and go in
there, but they tore the old building down and built the new one and it wasn’t
finished in time for our wedding.
I really enjoyed visiting with all the people.
Especially the older ones. Now I am older ones!
When my mother would go play cards with her friends it was nice to say
hello to everyone and then go swimming.
One time my sister and I were on hole #7 and I
was teeing off. I told her she better move. She said she wasn’t and there was
no way I could hit her. Well, I sliced it to the right and right to her. After
she was hit by me, she always got out of the way from then on.
The golf course was always our big
backyard growing up! We live on 200 acres now and our back yard of 5 of those
acres looks like a golf course. My sons and I go tee it up out our back door
and see who can hit the ball the farthest and over the pond. I now have a piece
of my growing up in my own backyard.
**Dear Readers, if you have some personal stories to share please send them to me by June 15.
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