Village Greens was all of about 2900 yards, and was a par 58. See more ideas about Grandpa quotes, In loving memory, Grandparents quotes. Twenty years ago today my grandpa Preus celebrated his seventy first birthday, the last birthday he would celebrate before he died nineteen days later. This was something my grandfather would join in on, while grandma kept the picnic table loaded with food. Today is your birthday in heaven, so I have to send my blessings and best wishes on the wings of a dove. Edna Schmalbeck, with Andy Perdue and Joe Perdue. Of course they had! He then told me to ask my mother about it. We love you many.” “Congratulations on your birthday Dad. I can’t remember if the three of us went back over the next summer or not. I’d never ever accuse my grandfather of sandbagging, but I think he had that Callaway system figured out so he knew what he needed to shoot to be competitive. Twenty years ago today my grandpa Preus celebrated his seventy first birthday, the last birthday he would celebrate before he died nineteen days later. But I first knew him as the dad of my dad. Posted on October 16, 2015. I wrote this article when my grandmother passed away in 2000, and came across it recently when I was unpacking some boxes. No doubt there was some gamesmanship in those trips around the links. And he got me to think about it, even at such a young age. Oh how he loved golf. But whatever the reason, every time we talked golf, Trevino’s name always crept into the conversation. I was, after all, only about three years old. Nothing would take the place of his ‘Texas Wedge’! Even though they’d lived in Seattle since sometime in the 1940’s, he’d still break out a map and figure which back road would get us to the course so he wouldn’t have to deal with all the traffic. But the answer I get the most often is their dad or grandfather got them started. Wherever you are, have a nice birthday together with my grandparents. Not too long after our annual tournament stay in 1976, my grandfather passed away. She had her hands full keeping all of us fed on those summer days we spent at their house. Feb 13, 2019 - Explore Margie Brooks's board "In Loving Memory of a Grandfather", followed by 380 people on Pinterest. Dr. Robert D. Preus. This was before the Washington Junior Golf Association was organized and there weren’t near as many tournaments for kids to play in as there are now. I’m sure my grandfather appreciated the thought, but he had no use for that club. This conversation took place when I was three years old after my grandpa Felts had died. Your email address will not be published. Every once in awhile however, he would catch my dad having an off day. Some people remember the date their relatives die. The best grandpa birthday wishes, like the ones here, have just the right words to show your grandfather he's truly special, making his birthday a celebration (and tribute) to remember for years. Every summer the Seattle Parks and Recreation Department put on a three-day junior tournament at the city courses of Jefferson Park, Jackson Park and West Seattle. That’s how my mom explained it to me. So I always looked forward to playing that tournament. I think the ‘Texas Wedge’ was my grandfather’s favorite club, and anytime he was within 50 yards of the green, out came the putter. And she made sure we wouldn’t be hungry on the golf course either, fixing us up with enough sandwiches and cookies every day to last for two rounds of golf, even though we were only playing 18-holes each day. Several years ago when I was still living in the Pacific Northwest, I used to write a column for a local sports paper. 2. So when I asked her she told me about my baptism (John 3:3ff; Tit 3:5; 1 Pet 1:3). Grandma’s job was to keep us all fed, which was a major undertaking. Golf coverage on TV wasn’t much back in those days, but whenever a tournament was on, he was watching it. And as I remember, he was pretty good with it. As I was reading this book recently, I would catch myself thinking back to a simpler time in my life, and thinking a lot about my grandfather, Lee Schmalbeck. When I head out to the lesson tee with a student for the first time, I always ask them how they got interested in playing golf. Perhaps my fondest memories of my grandfather are of when I was 14, 15 and 16-years-old. Or it might have been that we didn’t want to feel like we were putting my grandmother out, although I know now she would have loved nothing more than for the three of us to have taken over her house for another week. But he was a faithful Christian father. Being extremely anxious to try out the ‘new’ brassie that I had dug out of a bag of old clubs in grandpa’s garage the previous night, I wound up and let that thing fly. When I heard my parents say, “Grandpa died” I was confused. Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. He wasn’t a big-time theologian. On your birthday, we send birthday wishes to heaven. Grandfather. I wrote this article when my grandmother passed away in 2000, and came across it recently when I was unpacking some boxes. Truth be told, I'd actually have to look up the exact day that my parents and my grandmother passed away. I’m not sure if it was because they had the same first name, or because Trevino was one of the premier players at the time. Rossow. My grandfather. We’d take the ferry over, dragging a suitcase in one hand with our golf clubs slung over the other shoulder. And even as a double-doctorate professor of theology, he never shrank from teaching even the smallest of children. He rather engaged me theologically. Or maybe it was because they both played their shots from left to right. I was eight years old when he died, too young really to understand all of what he was going through when his call to the seminary was unjustly taken away from him. Those three years I went over to play in that tournament with a couple of friends of mine, Allen Pod and Randy McIntyre, and we’d spend that week staying at my grandparent’s house, located in the Mount Baker area by Lake Washington. My dear grandparents, Lee and Edna Schmalbeck. Today, tomorrow and for always, you are constantly on my mind. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. I don’t remember my grandpa Preus as well as my older brothers or cousins do. He accepted his fate when after Grandpa’s illness he lost his power, but he always dressed well until his dying day. As the story goes, my grandpa used that club exactly one time, skulled the shot, shot my dad a dirty look, and retired the club to the garage, where we found it several years later. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. He would have me stand in the line at the tee while he went in and paid our green fees. Sitting by her bed during her last night, reading “Chicken Soup” and remembering those times as a kid at my grandparents’ house….how I would give anything to be able to go back and live all those times again. There was no starter, so everyone had to fend for themselves on the first tee. I wasn’t aware of how much of a scholar he was or how much he had done in the synod. After we were done with the tournament for the day we’d spend the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening chipping golf balls out in the back yard, We’d set up a coffee can with a circle around it and made quite a competition out of it. He reminded me of my baptism. Of course my mom vehemently defends her father’s character every time that story is told, but afterwards we all chuckle about it. And the fact that I was asking such a ridiculous question explains how small my mind was at the time. I thought they were talking about Grandpa Preus. He’d find out our tee times, figure out when we’d have to leave to get there on time, and also figure out the quickest way to get there. Your email address will not be published. October 16, 2015. by Pastor Andrew Preus. While I certainly have benefited from his theological literature, and I was able to know him as my teacher through the pages of sound theology he left behind, his impact on my desire to be a pastor first came from knowing him as Grandpa. I know that my parents had taught me about baptism. Lee Schmalbeck and Joe Perdue, 1975 or 1976. Dad and grandpa would play all over the place in Seattle and Kitsap County, and apparently no matter which course they were at, it seemed my grandfather would always shoot about 91. Being the die-hard Washington Husky supporter that he was, and my dad a WSU alumnus, golf gave them some common ground, which made for a good father-in-law, son-in-law relationship.