2022 Jan 19th Carolyn hosting

Invitational was cancelled, but Carolyn Dekens wanted to make this day special.

She offered to have us for lunch after we golfed the group game: Shambles.

Loved the pulled pork, buns, & the salad. There was also yummy desserts.

Sharon Jackson and Betty tended bar (making Caesars).

As well, we could have, red or white wine.

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Betty Teighgrab & Sharon Jackson

In line for lunch: Debbie Jensen, Jackie Inglis, Linda Bayles, Doedy Ryan

Linda Bayles, Clara Koehn, special guest - Ann Owens, Cheryl Kothlow, Joy Dover

Judy McKimmon, Norma Haggard, Deb Case,

Cheryl Burke

Pat Rath (Treasurer), Linda Avison (Acting President) Joanne Yarham (Handicap Chair) Gail Johnson (Secretary)

Jeannie Eisenkrein, Doedy Ryan, Stella Dalsto

Judy Wiwchar, Joan Ferguson, Glenda Graham

Lori Benson, Carol Bennett, Vicky Schutz

Kathy Linares, Gwen Crawford,

Carolyn Dekens

Shirley Sorrell, Jackie Inglis,

Debbie Jensen

Sherry Morrissette, Sandy VandenBrink, Annette Dore

Rocki Guillen, Mindie Giddens,

Leslie Bell

Betty Teighgrab, Lori Benson, Sharon Jackson

Carole Bennett presenting Carolyn Dekens with a small gift to say thanks

for organizing this special event.

A token to say thanks for all your hard work

Lori Benson reading this poem

In My Hand I Hold A Ball, White And Dimpled, Rather Small.

Oh, How Bland It Does Appear, This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.

By Its Size I Could Not Guess, The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.

But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell, I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.

My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same, Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.

It Rules My Mind For Hours On End, A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.

It Has Made Me Yell, Curse And Cry, I loathe it, And Want To Die.

It Promises A Thing Called Par, f I Can Hit It Straight And Far.

To Master Such A Tiny Ball, Should Not Be Very Hard At All.

But My Desires The Ball Refuses, And Does Exactly As It Chooses.

It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies, And Even Disappears Before My Eyes..

Often It Will Have A Whim, To Hit A Tree Or ! Take A Swim.

With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land, It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.

Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul, If Only It Would Find The Hole.

It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup, And Swear That I Will Give It Up.

And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow, But The Ball Knows... I'll Be Back Tomorrow.

80+ group: Judy Wiwchar, Joan erguson, Gail Johnson, Joy Dover, Jackie Inglis & Lee Raye Robison

Sitting outside and enjoying the sunshine afterwards.