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Price may vary by retailer. See More Categories. A writer, Bud Shrake, who lives in the hills near the club, came to visit with me under the trees on this particular morning. Even at this stage in his career, he says he learns something new about golf every day. I am wearing myself out, they say.
Even at this stage in his career, he says he learns something new about golf every day. Harvey allows the swing to fit the student—his or her personality. What other reason could there be for the tremendous numbers of great players who have worked with Harvey while most teachers are lucky if they ever have one? There are so many tour players who have come to Austin for a checkup that any list is bound to omit some. No less than Bob Toski once commented that only Harvey Penick could have produced two players with such different personalities and athletic abilities as Ben Crenshaw and me without stifling one while helping the other achieve greatness.
Harvey still gets goose bumps watching a beginning student get a ball into the air for the first time or teaching a handicapper to get out of a trap. For years I would have put the Austin C. I have never seen him give a group lesson. In over thirty years of playing golf with Ben Crenshaw, I have never been allowed to watch Ben take a lesson from Harvey, nor has he been allowed to watch me. Harvey is so careful in choosing what he says that I have often seen him fail to respond to a question until the next day for fear that his answer would be misconstrued.
And I can assure you that every answer he finally did come up with was always, always expressed in a positive way. But when it is all said and done, when the drives no longer have the carry they used to, when the iron shots are not as crisp as they once were, and the 29 putts per round are now more like 33 or 34, the one thing that we all have learned from Harvey is love.
A love of a game that teaches us more about ourselves than we sometimes care to know.
And a love of the people that we share this game with. Harvey makes no distinction between the rank beginner who chops his way around the course or the touring pro with a swing as smooth as velvet. If a person loves the game, then Harvey will do anything in his power to try to help that person improve. And be assured his effect on his students is tremendous. As Dick Coop, the noted sports psychologist from the University of North Carolina, once said, Harvey teaches in parables.
I believe that Harvey must have had a good teacher too. A good friend of mine from west Texas remarked, after a lengthy conversation with me about Harvey Penick, "He seems to be the most contented man I have ever known.
My friend, a fine player who played golf for the University of Texas, often thinks of Mr. If we only knew how good we have had it under Harvey ….
Golf, in any form, has given Harvey contentment. Harvey has told me a number of times of how often many future teachers would show up at the Burke household. Burke was from Philadelphia, and was most likely heavily influenced by the Scottish immigrant professionals on the Eastern Seaboard, who favored a no-nonsense fundamental approach to teaching.
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Price may vary by retailer. Add to Cart Add to Cart. About The Book. Chapter 1 My Little Red Book An old pro told me that originality does not consist of saying what has never been said before; it consists of saying what you have to say that you know to be the truth.
More than sixty years ago, I began writing notes and observations in what I came to call my Little Red Book. My wife, Helen, could have read it, of course, but a lifetime spent living with a grown-up caddie like me provided Helen with all the information about golf that she cares to know.
Tinsley was named to that post in , when I retired with the title of Head Professional Emeritus after holding the job for fifty years. With the knowledge in this little book to use as a reference, it would be easier for Tinsley to make a good living teaching golf no matter what happens when I am gone.
Tinsley is a wonderful teacher on his own and has added insights to this book over the years. But there is only one copy of the red Scribbletex notebook that I wrote in. I kept it locked in my briefcase. Most of my club members and the players who came to me for help heard about my Little Red Book as it slowly grew into what is still a slender volume considering that all the important truths I have learned about golf are written in its pages.
Many asked to read the book. What made my Little Red Book special was not that what was written in it had never been said before.
It was that what it says about playing golf has stood the test of time. I see things written about the golf swing that I can't believe will work except by accident.
But whether it is for beginners, medium players, experts or children, anything I say in my book has been tried and tested with Success. One morning last spring I was sitting in my golf cart under the trees on the grass near the veranda at Austin Country Club. I was with my nurse, Penny, a patient young woman who drives us in my golf cart a few blocks from home to the club on days when I feel well enough for the journey. I don't stay more than an hour or two on each visit, and I don't go more than three or four times a week because I don't want the members to think of me as a ghost that refuses to go away.
I don't want to cut into the teaching time of any of our fine club professionals, either. I can see Jackson Bradley out teaching on the practice line, and there are moments when I might want to make a suggestion, but I don't do it. However, I can't refuse to help when my old friend Tommy Kite, the leading money winner in the history of the game, walks over to my golf cart and asks if I will watch him putt for a while.
Tommy asks almost shyly, as if afraid I might not feel strong enough. His request makes my heart leap with joy. I spend nights staring at the ceiling, thinking of what I have seen Tommy doing in tournaments on television, and praying that he will come see me.
If Tommy wants, I will break my rule that I never visit the club on weekends, and will have Penny drive me to the putting green to meet with Tommy on Saturday and Sunday morning, as well as on Thursday and Friday. I know it exasperates Penny that I would rather watch Tommy putt than eat the lunch she has to force on me. Or I may be sitting in my cart in the shade enjoying the spring breeze and the rolling greenery of our beautiful golf course, with the blue water of Lake Austin sparkling below, as good and peaceful a place as I know on this earth, and the young touring pro Cindy Figg-Currier may stop and say hello and eventually work up the nerve to ask if I will look at her putting stroke.
Certainly I will. I get as much pleasure out of helping a rising young pro like Cindy as I do a celebrated hero like Tommy. Don Massengale of the Senior Tour had phoned me at home the night before for a long-distance putting lesson.
I can't hear very well on the phone, and Helen had to interpret, shouting back and forth as I tried to straighten out Don's grip.
Earlier my old friend Ben Crenshaw, the Masters champion who had grown up with Tommy Kite in the group of boys that I taught at the old Austin Country Club across town, dropped by our home for a visit and brought his wife and daughter to see Helen and me. Ben is one of the greatest players of all time, a natural. When he was a boy I wouldn't let him practice too much for fear that he might find out how to do something wrong.
Ben has his own course, designed by Ben and his partner, at the Barton Creek Country Club layout, a ten-minute drive away from us. It pleases me deeply when Ben drops by to sit on the couch or when he phones me from some tournament.
Ben hasn't been gone long before the doorbell rings and it's one of our members, Gil Kuykendall, who brings Air Force General Robin Olds into the living room and asks if I will give the general a lesson on the rug from my wheelchair. They are entered in a tournament, and the general has played golf only a few times. Can I teach him?
In the living room? In half an hour?
General Olds is a jolly good fellow, thick through the chest.