I have never known my mother to play golf. She understood golf, and would sometimes watch it on tv if it was pouring rain outside...and couldn't be in the garden...and my father had already turned it on. But I never knew she actually played the game. But by the way Nancy's clutching the cart, she probably enjoyed golf as much as she did sailing.
Isn't it weird how children only know their parents when they are older and often find it hard to picture them doing anything other than what they've personally witnessed them doing in their later years? Will I next find a photo of my younger mother skydiving, chasing tornadoes, or taming wild animals?
It also appears she's pregnant in this photo, and based on the timing, it's probably me in that little belly of hers, in the summer of 1958.
