Home Doggy Dog Week - OVCC And Herb's Tribute

My father was a long time member of the Oak View Cpountry Club in Aledo. Marj, my mother also used to play the organ at the bar when it was a tiki motif. She'd go up on Frid ay and Saturdays to play the current hits. Herb played golf whenever he could and we three boys played also. One of the the things
I wanted to do on my trip back home was to take pictures of a memorial bench dedicated to his memory after he died in 1997. So, Mark and I hopped on his cart and went out to the 7th tee-off area. Of course it was cold and wet.

Heading from the Clubhouse down through the 7th green.

This was one of my favorite holes: short, with a couple creeks to avoid, not to mention some of that sandy stuff.

The bench dedicated to Herb's memory. Thanks to the OVCC for a very fine tribute to a great friend to many.

This was the area that Herb had his heart attack. He had just shanked a shot and went down. He died a week later.

The 7th hole tee off. From here you can see the 6th hole in the center on the far hill. OVCC' s longest hole and toughest. I hated this one, and seldom did well. The 6th hole goes from fence to fence and takes a week to complete.

7th tee off and green. One of the ideas I had once was to do a coffee table for OVCC with shots of each hole, then intersperse it with stories from the old-timers, complete with pics and biographies. Alas, never did, but it surely would be a losing proposition.

6th hole green.

New hole pin flags that celebrate the 95th Anniversary of the Oak View Country Club.

A non-paying interloper.

Teed off from the 7th hole tee off and made it to the edge of the green.

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