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My Grandmother's Golf Clubs
Ever since I can remember those golf clubs were there, standing right next to the front door on the left side of the window. My grandmother and grandfather they both play golf, but those clubs where always my grandmother’s, even though they both extremely love golf. They would just stare at you, but in a welcoming and warm way. They would introduce themselves, but your heart already knew them, maybe in a different form of object, but they would make you feel like home in an instant, isn’t that the magic of grandma’s house? They were the face of an adventure into the depths of a house full of history, tradition, small object decoration, and love, this is something I guess everybody can relate. My grandparents don’t like to spend much, but when it comes to golf clubs or other type of golf equipment you better watch out salesman because here they come, and also flat screen televisions but that’s another story. Their family room is decorated with trophies and golf related memories, like pictures, golf balls, among other stuff, it looks almost green. My grandmother started to play golf even before she could carry me in her arms, and even before she carried my mother. So many time, and she still plays every Tuesday with friends and Sundays with my grandfather, so many memories, and all captured in one house. Now my dad and I play golf too, we are even in the same club, we play every Sunday afternoon we can, and get together to watch professional tournaments. I love it with passion just like them, thanks to her and those golf clubs we are next, and we follow loyally, like a tradition to be passed on, not only in playing, but in the caring and loving of one’s family and friends. That’s what I see, what I feel every time when I enter the coziest house in the world. When I go in, the golf clubs and I stare at each other and we look at the history that has been written, the one that’s being written, and the one we should write next. You might think my grandmother never switches equipment, but she does, and the bag too, but the truth is that they will always be the same ones to me, my grandmother’s golf clubs, the ones right next to the front door on the left.
