" He was never interested in playing professionally. He did not think he was good enough to do that, but also he was a strong student who enjoyed learning. He couldn't see himself as a professional athlete.

             George got into golf via a different route. George's father made quite a bit of money caddying at a local country club, and when George was old enough to do that job, he began caddying also. George's father was a good caddy and sought after by many of the men at the club. They would often show George some fine point of the game, probably because it made him a better caddy, but also because George was a pleasant man who knew how to get along with all sorts of people, according to his son. Eventually one of the elder caddy's clients gave him an old set of clubs, and George started playing on his own at a public golf course, and George began accompanying him. Just as Henry's father taught him how to play, George's father taught him also. However, Henry had the benefit of private lessons that were not available to George because George could not play at a country club - he could only caddy. Eventually, however, players started giving him pointers as well.

             Today, both Henry and George belong to the same golf club, a club that would never have admitted George's father as a member. George joined when he was 28, and had some interesting stories to tell about the experience of being one of the first Black members of a formerly highly discriminatory club. The first time he showed up at the club, he went into the men's locker room and someone politely directed him to the caddy room. George kept his cool and said blandly, "Is that where I would go to hire a caddy?" The other man was embarrassed and apologized, introduced himself, shook his hand, turned beet red and was generally what George called "flummoxed." Mercifully, he said, Henry arrived shortly after. George greeted him, and the other man was off the hook.