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Slice it Chop it and Put it on Some Greens

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Photos by Sandra Hurdis Finigan— Bill Flint and Zach Finigan

 

Fictional story–and the people are innocent–trust me innocent by Linda Seccaspina

It was a sunny morning at the Flint homestead in Carleton Place as Grandpa Bill Flint and Zach were beginning their pre-shot routine. Zach was visualizing his upcoming shot, when a voice came over the family home speaker system.
“WOULD THE GENTLEMEN ON THE WOMAN’S TEE BACK UP TO THE MEN’S TEE PLEASE?”

The two were still deep in their golf thoughts, seemingly impervious to the interruption. Again the announcement rang out even louder, and it was Grandma Carole and she meant business:

“Would the Gentlemen on the WOMEN’S tee kindly back up to the men’s tee.”

They both ignored the request and kept concentrating on making those holes, when once more, the same request was heard. This time they both stopped, turned, looked to the window  and directly at the person with the request and shouted back:

“Would the person in the clubhouse kindly stop shouting and let us play our second shot?”

 

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Photos by Sandra Hurdis Finigan— Carole Flint and Zach

Zach was a smooth operator at Flint Golf Club’s and soon attached himself to the prettiest lady golfer in the area, even if she was a source of irritation sometimes, and began boasting to her.

“You know,” said Zach, “the other member in this golf club is afraid to play me.  I think he is afraid I will bring out my secret weapon.”

 

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Photos by Sandra Hurdis Finigan—  Zach Finigan

Deciding to use the family anchor to play his next shot (The Anchor on Lake Ave East???? Land Ahoy!!! Mike Flint) he defied odds of 67 million-to-one to score two holes-in-one in the same round. He knew that he just did his best and not to worry about club presidents on loudspeakers and other golf things as his Grandfather Bill always said:

“Never worry about the game as they just named the game golf as all the other 4 letter words were taken”.

 

 

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Lunch time at the Perth Golf Course!! Photo by-Perth Remembered

 

WW2 Golf History

German aircraft from Norway would fly on missions to northern England; because of the icy weather conditions, the barrels of their guns had a small dab of wax to protect them. As they crossed the coast, they would clear their guns by firing a few rounds at the golf courses. Golfers were urged to take cover.

 

* Temporary Rules 1940 *

1. Players are asked to collect bombs and shrapnel to save causing damage to the mowing machines

2. In competitions, during gunfire players may take cover without incurring a penalty for ceasing playing.

3. The positions of known delayed action bombs are marked with red flags.

4. Shrapnel may be moved on the fairway, or in the bunkers, without penalty.

5. A ball moved or destroyed by enemy action, can be replaced without penalty provided it’s not nearer the hole.

6. A player whose stroke is affected by a bomb exploding may play another ball from the same place. Penalty one stroke. [A little harsh?]

 

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in The Townships Sun and Screamin’ Mamas (USA)

Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read. Also check out The Tales of Carleton Place.

 

 

relatedreading

 

Was Maurice Cornell the Greatest Golfer in Carleton Place?

The Hidden Gem in the Scottish Glen by Ted MacDonald

The Dacks and the Mysterious Old Anchor

The Anchor on Lake Ave East???? Land Ahoy!!! Mike Flint

Gluten Free Corn Dogs and the Old Carleton Place Alligator Hole –Chef Ben White

 

 

 

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Did You See What Happened in Carleton Place Today?

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Photo by Sandra Hurdis Finnigan

 

This morning as the snow gently came down from the sky; I anticipated a quieter day, where I could focus on some projects. At what seemed like the crack of dawn in my world, but probably not others, I got a text from our gal at Scott Reid’s office, Sandra Hurdis Finnigan:

Sandra–“If you are up and at them this morning they are taking the fire escape off my work building at 224 Bridge. I have a couple of photos but you might like to come and see yourself.”
Linda–“Crap okay… I have Kevin coming to fix my closet… I will try, but do send photos if you can. (author’s note– you don’t want to know what I have in my closet)

Sandra–“I will see if I can get a photo of them dangling the top portion from the crane”.

Linda–“Sandra.. I raced out of here with no make up on. I have lost my shoes somewhere LOL, but I got a picture… I saw someones head in the office and was waving frantically, but no one saw me LOL”

Sandra–“Lol.  I just got back from driving my son to school. And most of it is gone. They work quick”.

Linda—“Thanks for the “tip” Sandra!”

Tip? Tip?

WTH?

I had to catch myself with the word “tip”. I don’t know how many times I have sat on the desk chair at the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum and told Jennifer I am NOT a reporter–I am a writer. There is nothing wrong with being a reporter, but I do not have the chops or heart for it. I am honest—I would rather tell stories than report about fires etc., unless they happened years ago. Not to mention that I love writing about dead people– because they don’t complain.

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Photo by Linda Seccaspina

 

But, as I sat there throwing together the FedEx challenge (please vote) for the Lanark County Genealogical Society and gathered information for the Carleton Place Farmer’s Market (please read) I began to fret. That building is a historical landmark, and I feel like it is part of me.

So I texted Kevin, threw some clothes on, and went out where no man had gone before (those words are pretty funny, but remember, I am a writer not a reporter:) in the snow without makeup on and slippers as I still could not find my shoes.

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Inside Scott Reid’s office–Photo by Sandra Hurdis Finnigan

 

I parked next to the GastroPub and began to take pictures. I saw someone in Scott Reid’s office and yes, I began to wave frantically. But, even though I had a coat on as yellow as a Yield sign and drive a pink car, no one batted an eye.

I prayed no one would see that my hair wasn’t brushed, nor my teeth, and my face was still glo in the dark white as I had no make up on. I knew in my heart that my tiny piece of gluten free toast was now sitting burnt in the toaster, but I was happy I had the picture.

Thanks to Sandra I began my day with a smile on my face and as I walked like an Egyptian back to the car dodging snow and slush with my slippers on I got this:

At 11:22 Sandra texted me–“Last piece down and they broke my front window”.

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Photo by Sandra Hurdis Finnigan

 

Years ago a safe was lowered down from the Maguire building in Carleton Place and broke a window, and they dropped the safe. Today Thursday, January 28th,2015 a crane cracked the window of Scott Reid’s office and the air turned blue according to Sandra Hurdis Finnigan.

In years to come someone will be researching history and come across this story and shake their head like I do each day reading the newspaper archives wondering if that is all we had to say LOL.

After all, nothing dies on the internet. 🙂

Thanks Sandra!

Update–

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Photo by Sandra Hurdis Finnigan

That’s the new one with the old one they are going to remove from the back still there. It will be nice to have something safe for the tenants. It has taken many years to get done. One guy said 9 years but I’m not sure on that.-Sandra Hurdis Finnigan