[Bill_McBride]

Tiger, sorry for your loss of a dear friend.  Events like that definitely remind us of mortality and to make us re-evaluate what's really important.  

  My Father died a few years ago, on his birthday, and his body was cremated.  We've sort of portioned him out, starting with his wife's (our Mother) burial site.  Most of him still sits in a ceramic box just behind me as I type this. For an old guy he didn't leave us with much to go on in the way of his final wishes but he did have unfulfilled dreams.  He always wanted to go to Australia but with failing health it became impossible. So, I having the same dream of seeing Australia,  decided to take him along in my golf bag. I don't know how legal that was to bring him in but I frankly didn't care.  
  The Old Man had no interest in golf; he was more of the naturalist adventurer/discoverer type.  His biggest items of collection were hundreds of VCR tapes of documentaries of science, history and mostly nature and wildlife.  Oh, and the movie Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.    
  Anyway, as I was walking the walk from Reg's Hut at Barnbougle to the #5 tee I saw a snake scurry across the trail.  Eureka! OK, Pop. Here's a great spot.  So, with a snort of Scotch and a toast, onto the seaward dunes he went.   Later in the town of Cockle Creek, population 4, at the end of the road as far south as a car can drive, there is a beautiful beach and there was a terrific sunset. Great spot, Pop.  The next day I was at the Tahune Forest where they have the Tahune Tree Walk - an elaborately elevated steel walk that runs through it.  At the end is a long cantilevered extension that terminates the walk. Here you go, Pops.  And in that same forest is a stand of Huon Pine trees of great age,  so down he went onto those old roots to fertilize the ancients. Finally, on the ferry ride back to Melbourne I had another snort of spirits, gave a final toast and cast him in Bass Strait where he would circle the globe in The Roaring Forties for eternity, seeing the world.
  

  So, to answer your question, I wouldn't mind if I were slowly divvied up around the world (and space?!) by whomever might remember me, in a positive way hopefully, for a flash of time.

Norbert, I will be happy to help out, so long as I am still around to do so!  Of course I'll start at a Buckles concert. 

[Terry Thornton]

Terry,

You're talking about Alan Zimmerer if I'm not mistaken. Good friend of my grandfather and great uncle (who preceded him as captain) and the man responsible for me getting from application to member in 9 months... he was the one who really started NSWGC on the way to professional management of club + course and subsequently into world's top 40 courses. He will be missed.

Anthony,
Spot on. Alan was President and Bob Stewart captain when I joined in the mid 80's. Two more outstanding committeemen you couldn't meet

[Jim Thompson]

Too much fun and so many to write... The first one was easy though:

Where will Schmidt’s resting place be?
It won’t be a green or first tee.
To commemorate dripage,
And excessive brat slippage,
It must be a number ten tee.

[Scott Stambaugh]

Tiger,

Leslie has urnsl over the place with  our dogs and cats ashes and we have a cross in the front fiield with the names of our animals long since passed; we even have our last cat buried thereunder, However, when it comes to me, I would like it be on the tee of the 4th and 10th hole of the Dunes and the 11th tee of the Shore.

Bob

Mr. Huntley-

Seeing your requests reminded me of something quite fitting that happened at your club a few years ago, May 1998

My wife and I lived in a rental on Sloat Road a few doors up from the club entrance.  She used to take our dog for a walk early every morning on the 2 through 7 loop of the inner Dunes.  An older gentleman, most times fully nude, would stand at his door every morning at yell obscenities at her, most times on the order of her being an animal abuser because she walked faster than our chihuahua.  This went on every day for months and months.  Then it stopped.

One day while out working on the course, from a distance, I see someone spreading something on one of the greens.  I race over there and ask this individual what's going on?  I was told that Mr. ________ had passed away and his wishes were to spread on this green.  

I didn't have it in me to tell this person that a greens mower was coming along any minute to mow up the ashes and in about two weeks, the green was going to killed and dug up.  Seemed fitting to me for that ol' SOB.

Scott

[Kalen Braley]

It seems my wife and I agree on at least one thing.    We'd both like our ashes to be tossed in the ocean from the rocks just north of the 14th Tee at the MPCC Dunes Course.  Its such a gorgeous spot, and I had to agree with her when she 1st mentioned it years ago.

[Dave_Miller]

Does anyone know of somone's ashes being spread on a golf course?

Tony,

Quite a few.

Bob

Tony
Yes -  several
Best
Dave

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