My cousin, Amy Clark, won an essay writing award earlier this month for a piece based on an oral history recorded in the mid-1980s of my grandmother, Emma Stanley Edwards, and her sisters. Amy. an English professor, says the piece is part of a larger work she is tinkering with.
… Pop pounced on her sister like a rabid cat, slicing at her back with
muscled hands. Emma sprinted back to the house, screaming for her older
sisters and brothers. Nancy Jane’s sons heard the commotion and saw the
two women struggling up the lane. They wrangled Pop from their mother
and chased her straight into thick, untamed woods, which swallowed her
Before it ended, Pop had stabbed Nancy Jane seventeen times,
with two wounds in her chest and the rest on her back.
I don’t play golf and I never met golf course designer Mike
Strantz, but I think he would have had fun yesterday on a sunny day with a bit
of crispness and trees still holding some gold fall color across the rolling
landscape of Piedmont North Carolina.
The weather was splendid, the golf was good and the ribs,
slow cooked for some three hours, were excellent.
The video shot nine years ago of the construction at Tot
Hill Farm Golf Club shows a guy with a twinkle in his eye, a smile on his face
and obviously loving what he is doing.
He began his career as a golf course designer with the famed
Tom Fazio, but did a mere nine courses after going out on his own.
Two of the nine are in North Carolina, Tot Hill in Asheboro
and Tobacco Road in the Sanford area. On Saturday, Tot Hill held the First
Annual Mike Strantz Memorial Golf Tournament, attracting over 100 golfers.
His dad was there. His two daughters were there. His wife,
Heidi, spoke briefly about how the proceeds would help the Hollings Cancer
Center of South Carolina, located on the campus of the Medical University of
South Carolina in Charleston, S.C.
Strantz would have been proud.
(Mike Strantz photo from www.mikestrantzdesign.com. Some more photos from Saturday.)
This is a barn at what was the Stanley family homeplace, where my grandmother grew up in Southwest Virginia. I took it, among others, during a Stanley Reunion this past Sunday at the Caney Fork Baptist Church. This is way back in the hills; here’s a map of the area.