Golf clubs.
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A while back I mentioned about the hubby (Jim) of one of my wife's friends who died of cancer at the hospice my wife works and he left three sets of golf clubs to me. I told his widow to ask his local club if they wanted a set which she passed on and they are used, I think, by the instructors there to teach golfing newbies. A second set was sold for about £450 or something like that. The third set was held at Wentworth where he'd been a member for over 35 years. Once his estate was wound up they contacted me when the clubs were released from their storage. I spoke to one of the club's officers and asked if it was possible to offer them for sale through the club's members network. Leave it to me, he said. One of Jim's former hockey playing buddies who moved to Portugal came back over for a few weeks on business and met Jim's widow. He offered to buy the clubs and I asked her to give any money she got for them to the hospice. He collected the clubs before he left for Portugal. She gave me a call a couple of weeks ago to say he left, wait for it, £15,000 to the hospice for the clubs. Obviously the clubs weren't worth anywhere near that value. The next time I have a beer, I will toast Jim for having the wisdom to leave them to someone (me) who he knew had no interest in the game at all and would probably be game to sell them on which I was. The sale of the two sets raised about £15,450 for the hospice. My wife's only regret having nursed him there is that he passed away not too long before she started her early shift that day. He was a decent bloke and I learned he played hockey some 70 times for England in the 1950-1960s. There was more to the old boy than I never knew.:thumbsup:
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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A while back I mentioned about the hubby (Jim) of one of my wife's friends who died of cancer at the hospice my wife works and he left three sets of golf clubs to me. I told his widow to ask his local club if they wanted a set which she passed on and they are used, I think, by the instructors there to teach golfing newbies. A second set was sold for about £450 or something like that. The third set was held at Wentworth where he'd been a member for over 35 years. Once his estate was wound up they contacted me when the clubs were released from their storage. I spoke to one of the club's officers and asked if it was possible to offer them for sale through the club's members network. Leave it to me, he said. One of Jim's former hockey playing buddies who moved to Portugal came back over for a few weeks on business and met Jim's widow. He offered to buy the clubs and I asked her to give any money she got for them to the hospice. He collected the clubs before he left for Portugal. She gave me a call a couple of weeks ago to say he left, wait for it, £15,000 to the hospice for the clubs. Obviously the clubs weren't worth anywhere near that value. The next time I have a beer, I will toast Jim for having the wisdom to leave them to someone (me) who he knew had no interest in the game at all and would probably be game to sell them on which I was. The sale of the two sets raised about £15,450 for the hospice. My wife's only regret having nursed him there is that he passed away not too long before she started her early shift that day. He was a decent bloke and I learned he played hockey some 70 times for England in the 1950-1960s. There was more to the old boy than I never knew.:thumbsup:
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
It is amazing..how you can know some one for years and not really know that much about them, You go to a funeral and find out things you never knew. Like a friend of my Dads, Civil Engineer for the Railway, he died only at his funeral I found out he had been involved in the Spanish Civil war, D-Day (he got his forearm crushed on D-Day+2 by a wayward gun breech(6 pound antitank)), heavily anti-US since the Suez mess...
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It is amazing..how you can know some one for years and not really know that much about them, You go to a funeral and find out things you never knew. Like a friend of my Dads, Civil Engineer for the Railway, he died only at his funeral I found out he had been involved in the Spanish Civil war, D-Day (he got his forearm crushed on D-Day+2 by a wayward gun breech(6 pound antitank)), heavily anti-US since the Suez mess...
glennPattonWork wrote:
the Railway, he died only at his funeral I
He died at his funeral? That's what I call forward planning. :laugh:
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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glennPattonWork wrote:
the Railway, he died only at his funeral I
He died at his funeral? That's what I call forward planning. :laugh:
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
Nahh! Didn't mean that, he died, I was at his funeral :~ I meant. you know...
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Nahh! Didn't mean that, he died, I was at his funeral :~ I meant. you know...
I did. :)
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.