The summer after we married, I intended to be the mother extraordinaire, but my plans went awry by that July. I spent my mornings cleaning house, washing clothes, and getting meals ready for the day, little did I realize what three pre-teens could do to a house in a few hours. One evening as I vented my motherly frustrations, to a loving patient husband who had worked all day, he said, "Don't you have a set of
golf clubs in the garage?" "So!" I mumbled. He continued, "Why don't you get up several mornings a week and go out to Westwood and play golf, then when the kids get up you will have enjoyed your morning outside." He was a smart man, and I was wise enough to follow his advice.
My life changed. Our love and lives blended. Three decades passed. Three children became happy healthy and wise adults.
All those years he supported me with smiles, hugs, and thoughtful words: when I practiced and performed my stories; when I created puppets and plays; when I traveled and taught college classes and workshops; when I said yes to projects and committees that I didn't have time for; when I said, "Yes, I will write that book with you Dr. Laughlin." We
played golf together, and I learned not to coach him. Sometimes he caddied for me in golf tournaments, or took me down to the river bottom to practice sand shots; When I pondered becoming an LPGA teaching pro, he said, "Go for it." When the van of traveling gypsy golfers broke down, he traveled to far ends of
|The Original Golf Gypsies|
One evening, he glowed with excitement as he told me about a job offer in Hutchinson, Ks. I followed that man I loved, and our lives changed again. We became a couple without children, as they had grown and left home. I was lost and empty without my family, my school, my kids, and my friends. I cried. Once again he said, "Why don't you go play golf and meet some new people." I growled, "because it's winter in
Kansas!" But the sun came out, the ice began to melt on the ponds. One warm winter day, I drove to the Highlands Golf course and played golf with new friends, who enjoyed laughter and competition, in that order. Still I taught school and continued to tell stories,all the while playing golf whenever time allowed, and meeting new friends through work and play.
After the USGA announced that Prairie Dunes would host the 2002 Women's Championship, we joined the Dunes, knowing it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Even though my parents weren't there to enjoy the event, Jack's mother came up with our nephew to see Nancy Lopez play golf in person,
|Nancy Lopez, 2002|
|Letty, Peggy, Manon|
|Tony, Lora, Jack|
We are both retired and living back were are roots were formed, in Oklahoma. Jack plays much more golf and travels with his buddies and his wife, and has found time to relax with life.
|Lucy Beeler, Jonya Stapp,|
two State Champions
|Letty and Hannah Martin|
Through it all, I am most proud and thankful for Jack, the man I love, who stood with me as we raised our children, and who has chosen to travel this time with me.
|Jack and Letty, The Gallery in Marana, AZ|