We have arrived at the end of another season at Sandestin! Each year they seem to go by a little faster.
This year seemed to fly. I reached my 83rd birthday. My number 1 son, Anthony is going to announce his retirement in July and plans to move to North Carolina. Denise my daughter-in law is planning to retire in July and they; my son Scott and Denise are planning to move down to their IHome in Freeport and spend the summers with us in Vermont.
Our extended family here at Sandestin is shrinking and growing at the same time.This year we lost our beloved Dr. Fred and John Prewitt from Bardstown, Kentucky.
Dr. Fred was a member of our golfing gang here at Sandestin. He loved to play in our weekly games and was constantly trying new techniques to improve his game. His latest was his search for the 2-plane swing. His bantering for a weekly reality show. At our Senior clinics we worked constantly at improving his take-away and move through the ball.He was a great student, worked hard and put up with my attempt to inject some humor into our program.I miss you a great deal Doc and share the love of golf that you exuded to all you met.I thank the Good Lord for the gift of you in my life. You were that special ingredient that makes Sandestin the gift it is to all of us lucky enough to be here!
John Prewitt, was introduced to me by Jerry Sayres. I never tire of thanking Jerry for being responsible for our staying here at Sandestin. Jerry became my “Godfather” and directed my movements into the ‘golfing gang’ here at Sandestin. When I latched on to Jerry, I was brought into the Kentucky circle of his dearest friends. The included John from Bardstown,Ky.,Neal Kindervater from E-Town, Ky. And ‘Berber,’ whose last name I never discovered.These guys came down to Sandestin every winter and our friendships were familylike! I soon discovered that I was taken into this great circle of friends and our time at Sandestin became a ‘special time.’
This year we were slowly getting over our loss of Dr. Fred when just 2 weeks ago, Jerry called and I was able to slowly make out his muffled voice exclaim- “John is gone.”
I am not ashamed to say that we both shared our tears and just murmered “ I’ll see you.” And hung up, each of us holding back the tears that flowed as years of stories and events flew through our minds. Another member of the Sandestin gang had been called home.A day did not pass this season when recollections of hilarious times did not flood my mind. Golf trips that became classic stories that we could share. Many of the guys,during these retelling of these adventures would always exclaim:”when are we going to go on some of these trips and have such good times?” I always seem to experience a doubt at these times- “how could it be the same?The guys are gone”
I’ve tried to explain the gift we call Sandestin. I REALIZE IT IS AN IMPOSSIBLE JOB. You have to be here and take part in the games and our breakfast groups. We are all family and we care and look out for each other. You have to be here-words do not do it justice. I can play golf anywhere on great golf courses but no where have I met the warmth and friendships that have taken me in like Sandestin. I have many friends from Vermont. Young men that I gave lessons to when they were young kids. Some of them have ventured here to Sandestin. It is a love affair that is unbelievable. They are all planning to settle here. When we can go back to the ‘Lake’ in the summer and spend our winters here at Sandestin you will truly be able to-KEEP IT OUT OF THE ROUGH!