Inexpensive entertainment

AT THE LIBRARY

Did you miss buying your sweetie a Valentine’s gift? Need an idea for a date night? Want to take a break from winter? Going through golf withdrawal? How about an outing with the grands?

The perfect answer to all these questions is to purchase tickets for our third annual Putting for Pages indoor mini-golf fundraising event. In one day (really one afternoon) we transform the library into an 18-hole golf course. In the front door, around the computers, through the stacks, down the steps, around the hallway and into the Children’s Department. Phew! It’s a workout for sure.

Friday evening, March 8 is the adults only ticketed affair and tickets may be purchased at the library or from any library board member ($25 for one, $40 for two). There are only 150 tickets so don’t wait too long to purchase them.

Family Fun Day will be 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. Saturday, March 9. Tee times are on a first come basis and the cost is $5 per person. That’s 28 cents a hole. What kind of entertainment can you think of that costs so little? We will also be offering hot dogs, popcorn, sweet treats and drinks at a small cost.

I think I’ve shared this story with you before, but it’s been on my mind as we busily plan this wonderful community fundraising event.

When I was a young child my cousin, Gerry Book, and I spent many hours together. At that point in our lives we were “onlys” (as in only child). We behaved more like siblings than cousins. Gerry is eight years older than I am so, of course, he could do more, far better, than I could. I always wanted to do what he did, whatever it was. If he played basketball, I wanted to play too. If he mowed the lawn, me too; building a fort in the woods, me too. Most of the time he was patient and endured my lack of skill, usually altering the activity to end the frustration we each experienced. If that didn’t work, we’d eat dough balls (fresh, crustless, white bread slices rolled into a tight ball), until Gerry thought of something else for us to do.

The summer I turned 5 and Gerry was 13 my mother took us to the shore for a few days. We spent the days on the beach and during the evenings we’d walk on the boardwalk. Gerry wanted to play miniature golf. Because he wanted to play, so did I. I just knew I could hit that little ball into the hole, even though Id never played golf before. With all my confidence, and no fear, I put the golf ball on the tee. I did not need any help, thank you very much. I knew how to hold the club. I knew how to stand. I swung the club at the ball with all the skill and strength I had and whack, the ball sailed into the air. Over several holes it went, taking a bounce and hitting a man right on his ankle. The man gave a startled jump while shouting, “Ouch,” as my mother and cousin watched in horror. I, on the other hand, was very proud of myself for hitting the ball so far. As the man looked around trying to identify the ball’s owner, my cousin put his ball on the tee pretending he didn’t know me. My mother hurried back to the admissions booth to get me another ball. After that, I had assistance each time it was my turn. Molly and the golf ball story has become a family favorite with much laughter at each retelling.

I can’t guarantee you won’t get hit in the ankle with a golf ball, but I won’t be playing so your chances are better than 50 percent. As Gerald Ford said, “I know I am getting better at golf because I am hitting fewer spectators.”

When I asked my cousin to buy some tickets he said he’d like to bring his grandchildren to play. My little cousin Emerson is just about the right age to whack someone in the ankle and embarrass her Pappy yet again.

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Molly S. Kinney is the Director at the Mifflin County Library. She is currently reading Murder on the Links: a Hercule Poirot mystery by Agatha Christie and watching The Golf Channel.

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