Augusta, Georgia is front and center this week as the golf infamous and elite arrive to play the much heralded course at August National. President Eisenhower loved August National…..this post relates a little about his experiences there, and there are a couple of links at the end to other posts I’ve written concerning the course. David Eisenhower became a member of the August National Club in 1948. Prior to becoming president he managed to visit the course five different times. Ike loved golf. Estimations go as high as 800 regarding the number of rounds of golf Eisenhower played during his eight years in office visiting various courses. Some of those rounds were played during the 29 visits he made to Augusta National. a Golf Digest article advises President Eisenhower loved golf so much he installed a putting green on the south lawn of the White House and during inclement weather he hit long irons into a net in the basement. With the help of donations from club members a cabin was bu...
When I was growing up the words said at bed time included ‘good night’ and ‘I love you’ along with the phrase ‘Tie-Tie’ and ‘Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite” ‘Tie-Tie’ came from me because as a little girl I couldn’t pronounce the words ‘night-night’…..all that came out was ‘Tie-Tie ‘and the phrase entered our family lexicon. If I said ‘Tie-Tie’ to my father or my sister they would know exactly what I meant. But what about that “sleep tight” thing? Where does that come from? Recently I posted a picture of a rope tightening key for Wordless Wednesday . The key was used to tighten rope mattresses common in colonial and post-colonial America. Here’s a video showing how the key was used to tighten the bed ropes. When you tour old colonial locations docents love to share with you the phrase “Sleep tight” came from the fact that you would want the ropes tight in order to get a good night’s sleep. It does make sense, doesn’t it? But upon closer study there is no definitive proof the ...
It is golf season around my house these days. I’m finding golf tees in the washing machine, golf clubs dumped by the front door and assorted golf gloves thrown into my back seat. No….Tiger Woods hasn’t been hiding out at my house, and Mr. ElementaryHistoryTeacher has been far too busy at work to be on the golf course himself. Me? Heavens, no! I’m not the golfer of the family. The golfer at my house these days is Dear Daughter. This is her second season as a member of her high school’s golf team, and if our weather would warm up and dry out she might actually have a good season. I’d hate for her to have to ask for a mulligan for the entire season. A mulligan? Oh, that’s a golf term – it means to do something over – a second chance to perform a certain move or action. A mulligan is not normally part of official play, but it is an acceptable practice among friends. You and I……we’re friends, aren’t we? I hope so because I need my dear readers to grant me a mulligan of sorts. You see for th...
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