Having the 2013 United States Open Golf Championship come to Merion, about a 45 minute drive from my current home, brings back fond memories of caddying. In addition, watching an American Dream, a golf channel special of the life of Lee Trevino, also led me to reflect upon the days I spent working at golf courses. Nearly one forth of my summers have been invested in caddying in 4 different states and 2 countries.
It all began for me in Chester County, encouraged by a high school friend to introduce myself to the Caddy Master at Concord Country Club in Pennsylvania. My initial goal was to supplement my grass cutting income. However, before I knew it, I was working 3-4 days a week, making between $90 and $150 per week each summer. I still recall receiving my first $100 bill following a member guest, caddying for the Vice-President of Dupont.
From here, I spent 5 seasons at Chagrin Valley Country Club, 45 minutes from downtown Cleveland, Ohio. Depending upon the weather, I worked anywhere from 2 days a week to six. Because of the large membership, double looping, going out once in the morning and afternoon was typical, occurring 2-3 times a week. With Geauga Lake’s Wildwater Kingdom 15 minutes from my parent’s home, I spent nearly every day on a golf course and most nights at this park. A college student could not paint a better picture of fun, sun and muney.
From a life perspective, my manners, people skills and respect for other human beings come from my days as a caddy. Despite my feelings for the member or guest I was paired with, I was taught to work hard, go the extra mile and keep my mouth shut. This blue collar position instilled in me a work ethic that I still possess as I start a new career with Amazon. My prayer is that I will be able to call upon my past experiences so that the prosperity I enjoyed in college will return in the near future. Before I say goodbye for day, I want to leave you with a parity of the James Taylor’s song Fire and Rain.
A Caddy’s Life
I’ve seen hacks and I’ve seen pain
I’ve seen rainy days that I thought would never end
I’ve seen awful rounds when I could not earn a tip
But I always long to see my pay check
I’ve seen stiffs and I’ve seen fame
I’ve seen bad holes I thought would never come to an end
I’ve seen slow play that would make a snail look good
But I always longed to see that last green
Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus
I need your strength to go one more nine
My body can’t stand on its own right now
My knees are aching and my head is on fire
Please send me your Spirit to complete this last nine.
by Jay Mankus
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