Persimmon, now those were the days, when Darius was King of Persia and at home in his magnificent palace complex at Persimmon or I believe some spell it Persepolis.
Alas it is no more, the great days of Persimmon (Persepolis) are now well behind us, lost in the mists of time, only the old diggers (sand dwellers from
The Dunes) seem to remember the name. Lost to all who care not for the history of the Golfing world, but they are the worst for the lack of memory and interest.
Some remember the war cries of the Golfi, that brave but forlorn group who attached the 18 with just a scream as they ran from Persimmon. Their bones are still being unearthed in some of the larger bunkers scattered around the region of Persimmon. Old legends survive saying that many heard the screams of Darius when he learnt that the Persimmon was no more, followed by the cry “A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse”.
History records he never got his horse, but no mention of the final fate of Persimmons, some say it was burnt to the ground by a young up and coming
lad knows as Alexander ‘Hole in One’ or The Greek, others say that parts of Persimmon were carted away before the big fire and are in the safe keeping of the some of the “Old Wise Ones”. Being hidden away from the new wilder generations of Golfi who are unfamiliar with the true history of the original Hickory let alone Persimmon.
Anthony, The Persimmons are at the foot of the alter to the Hickori, doomed to server their masters for eternity. Sorry what was your question???
Melvyn