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| Letty, age 4, captured on 8mm film, practicing on a hot summer day in Independence, Ks. |
As I write on this hot summer day (103 in the shade), I am reminded of my childhood years at Miami Country club teeing off at 2:00 in the heat of the day, after I finished working in the golf shop. I believe we called those days "scorching hot," rather than suffering the effects of the "heat dome." There was no air conditioning downstairs in the golf shop, but we did have a huge wall fan that pulled in the fresh air through the golf shop and kept the downstairs locker rooms cool and dry. Old Bill and I would take turns, when no one was in the shop, and go stand in front of the blowing air to cool down our bodies.
Occasionally, on Thursday afternoon's Dad would ask me to join his group of Kenny Richards, Marion Zajic, and Charlie Trussler, Doc Jackson and others. By 1965, after graduating from Miami High school, my handicap stayed in the low single digits. Playing golf with the men and having to hand over a 50 cent piece, if I lost a bet, made me a better competitor. Having a low handicap, also, opened the door for me to play in the USGA Jr. Girls Championship at Hiwan Golf Course in Evergreen, Colorado.
Dad and I drove through Wichita, Kansas to pick up his sister, Della, and drove on to Evergreen, Colorado that day (without AC in the station wagon). Imagine our delight when we arrived in the cool mountain air. I played one practice round at Hiwan with dad and took copious notes along with the handout from the pro shop.
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The two days of qualifying were the greatest eye openers of my short life. My tee shot could not reach the fairway. The fairway began 100 yards off the tee box. Dad and I had practiced it and so I knew to use my MacGregor 5 wood to hit out of the rough. Because I had been chipping golf balls in the evenings to clean up the driving range I was, and still am, very good at hitting the golf ball close to the pin. I one putted many greens in those two days, but often finished the holes with bogies, not pars. Even though I did not make the cut line, I met some of the most dynamic young girls from all over the country, including Canada.
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| We played the golf course at 3,544 yards on the front nine, 3,568 yards on the back nine for 7.112 dynamic massive yards. |
That last day I watched as my dad allowed tears to trickle down his face when I posted my score. They were tears of pride not disgust. Discovering how proud my father and his sister were of my game of golf and fortitude that day made me feel like I could climb a mountain. I had never won a championship in our Oklahoma Junior events. My dream was to make people at the club proud of me. Attaching dreams to goals is not easy for a teenager.
On a humorous note, I realize that my short game became my strength because the temperatures in July and August soared to the high 90's and 100's regularly, making it, too, miserable to hit hundreds of golf balls in the afternoon. Salt tablets and gallons of water from water spigots on the golf course kept us going. Mother learned about serving Tang in the mornings to her active family, and that helped us better survive the heat.
Golf Gypsy: My Mother's Words explains how much my mother suffered through those growing years with Jonya and me.
L to R: Rinda Koppitz, Vicki Bell, .., Janice Bell..
Letty Stapp On the steps of the Broadmoor
Golf Course and Hotel (1966)
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the summers of 1966 and 1967 I traveled with friends to Colorado
Springs to play in the Broadmoor Ladies Invitational tournament. We
never had the money to stay at the hotel, but we did manage quite well
in a nearby stucco cottage motel sitting by a fast flowing stream from
the mountains. During those summers my game was strong and solid, but
the head game didn't develop until I was well into my fifties. I missed
qualifying for Championship flight over and over. However, I learned
that the other women in "President's Flight" or "A flight" with me were
just as discouraged at their plight as I, and so the competition
remained strong.
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I found three old 8mm films that my father took at MGCC and elsewhere. I have converted them over the years to VHS, CD, and now a Flash Drive. This last attempt took several hours of viewing to see what we wanted to save. In the process, I discovered these old family videos from the early 1950’s when my father was the pro at Independence CC, Kansas. The blurry attempt came when I paused and took a photo of the picture on the screen, but the moment is captured and I felt proud of that childhood swing…which I would dearly love to have again.
