Last week our Women’s Golf Division celebrated their members who, born in 1945, are turning 80 years old this year. The following was written by Jenny Fernley for the occasion.
80 year olds born in 1945 are the product of parents who were trying to come to terms that the War had finally come to an end.
Times were tough, there is no denying that, but for most of us it was a freedom no-one probably under the age of 70 would understand but would love to see it return.
We could play outside to our hearts content – at 5 o’clock we were expected to come home from wherever we were (no watches but we seemed to know). For me, being in the country, meant I climbed trees, spent a large part of my childhood up Mingenew Hill or down at the Irwin River. I don’t think my parents ever knew where we were! Hey, I even picked wildflowers and had bunches everywhere hanging in the garage until Mum threw them out and then they were replenished the following season. Life was simple.
We were the product of school milk being delivered (the government felt we needed extra nourishment) and of course no fridges in schools, so the milk was left on the verandah! Many a times the milk had turned and even now I keep my milk intake to a bare minimum.
So here we are all turning 80:
80 years and many of those playing golf:
It’s a life well-played
With Club in hand, a steady stare
Through sun and wind on green so bright
We’ve chased the little white ball
With all our might
Each swing a memory, a story well told
On fairways conquered, brave and bold
The gentle arc, the satisfying sound
Of pars, birdies very rarely found
Though our legs may tire and steps grow slow (oops slow play)
The love of golf continues to grow
We try to keep that gentle swing, a focused gaze
We keep trying to find that rhythm in various ways
So raise a glass, or better yet a tee
To these 80 year olds who golf with glee
May every round bring us joy and grace
And laughter in this very special place
Mandurah Country Club – 2025
