Dad was famous for the stacks of golf balls he had around the house. Whenever he received a gift or bought new ones he would stack them neatly in a pile to be used at a later date. Whenever he went golfing he would always return with a few extras he’d find in the roughs that were lost by previous golfers so he’d add those to his stash and was really proud of his collection.
My grandson Gary went to Wyoming a couple of times to spend time with Grandpa and I. He became friends with David Rohrer, Peggy’s grandson. Grandpa took them to the golf course to hit a couple of buckets of balls one day and they had so much fun doing that that Grandpa set them up with some wiffle balls and clubs when they got home so they could continue their practice at the house. They spent the rest of the afternoon out in the backyard “practicing”.
The next day at church, Mary Jane Watson came over to me and asked if Dad had been in the backyard hitting golf balls the day before. I told her no, Dad wasn’t but my grandson was. She said they had recovered 8 balls out of their yard alone but thought I’d better check out the alley. After church I asked Gary about it and he admitted him and David had shot ALL of Dad’s stash of golf balls around the neighborhood. The wiffle balls were not near as much fun. We retrieved the balls from Mary Jane and walked around and found all but 6 balls of Dad’s stash in neighbors yards. A few days later Dwight Despain said he’d found two balls in his mother’s yard which is on the north side of 3rd St. The other 4 were never recovered. I hope nobody had any broken windows from them but Gary sure learned a lesson from it.
Grandpa was very unhappy about it but I caught him sitting in his chair just giggling away but really being careful that Gary not catch him laughing about it.
Judy Tippetts Wray
