|Golf a four letter word.|
I queried her about a Susi gift, and she said, "It is an old Southern tradition. Simply a gift for a friend..."
With happy hands and a smiling face I carefully pulled out the colorful papers to find this photo framed and staring at me. I laughed, "Golly, Leah my parents used to have a picture like this hanging in the den. I haven't seen it in years, but I love it. Where ever did you find it?"
With sparkles in her eyes she said, "Turn it over." There on the back of the wooden framed picture were my father's words and my mother's words, in their handwriting, and dated. Before I could speak I cried, and even cry now with tears of happiness as I relate this tale.
|A gift returned forty years later.|
In dad's handwriting it reads, Oct. 1975.
In mother's handwriting it reads,
To Jack and Norma ___
The number one couple of the Miami Country Club.
May the worst thing in your lives be a single bogey.
Johnie and Helen Stapp
Leah married Scotty Jackson, son of Doc and Norma Lou Jackson from Miami, Oklahoma. As the years passed we attended the funerals for Norma Lou, Doc, and many of our Miami friends. Then nearly two years ago Scott Jackson died, leaving Leah and her two children. We moved back to Norman shortly after Scott's death, and Leah and I have become dear friends. Leah and Scott cherished this photo after his parents died, and now Leah has given the photo back.
We both cried and hugged that evening before we even left for dinner. It's not often life blesses you with friends like Leah and the Jackson family.
The old cherished picture has a new place in our home, right where we can see it every day after a game of golf, after running errands, after spending time with family and friends; it is there to greet us, and remind us to laugh.
May the worst thing in your lives be a single bogey, dear friends.