A strong memory I have is when Dad played golf in Mountain Fuel golf tournaments occasionally. He would let one of us kids be his caddy and we would walk the entire course with him. After the tournament was over, he would walk over to the practice green and he would let me putt for a little while. I think I was 11, and he stopped golfing later on. It meant a lot to me to be his caddy.
--Marilyn
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