Dear Fellow Members:
Like many in the Musgrove family I was deeply saddened by the passing of longtime golf professional and friend, Travis Hudson. Many remember his years of dedicated and selfless service to Musgrove and the fact that he taught more than one generation how to enjoy the game of golf. But that's not what I remember most about Travis.
Growing up around Musgrove I have fond memories reaching back over many years, years when I changed more than he did.
I can picture like it was yesterday, Travis's PGA Pro sign hanging from the water pipe in the old pro shop (where the men's card room is now) and hearing the laughter as my grandfather and Henry Ford swapped golf stories with Travis. When my grandfather's health declined, Travis encouraged him to keep getting out there; and I remember how gently he talked to me after my grandfather died.
I remember hot summer days with Buzz Coons, Al McAdams and John Gray when Travis would entertain us with "The Secret Tales of Tomahawk Rock", and how he'd let us go pick up range balls for an Orange Crush and a snack. Travis wasn't just a golf teacher; we learned golf etiquette and life lessons. He was a great father, not only to his children but all the children at Musgrove. He scolded us when we were out of line and defended us when we were just being kids. He had a big heart, matter of fact he had two hearts, and he loved and cared for all of us through the years.
When my son played on the Walker golf team Travis and I sometimes sat in the rockers on the new deck talking and watching the team come in from play. It never failed that when the boys came up they still crowded around Travis asking questions, and then managed to get him over to the putting green for advice.
Now that I'm older and have a family of my own, I understand how generous Travis was with his time and talents; how he showered love and affection on Musgrove and all the special ways he did it. Etched in my memory forever is 1987 and the day "Santa" came to Sunday lunch at Musgrove. My father-in-law managed to capture the exact moment of wonder, joy, and excitement on my son's face as he sat on "Santa's" lap for the first time. My wife cherishes that picture and says that it is priceless.
Thanks Travis for being who you were and what Musgrove needed you to be.
Harrison Yelverton
From The Superintendent:
I could not do an article this month without mentioning the loss of a great
man and a great friend, Travis Hudson. I worked directly under Travis for 9 years and learned a lot from him about golf course maintenance.
The main thing that stands out in my mind from his mentoring was to go about each task with pride; care about what you do and it will always be a job well done. Although he would point out mistakes, he would also shake your hand and brag on you for good work.
There were many people who were fans of Travis, but he made you feel like he was your fan also. I owe a lot to him, namely, I would not be superintendent now if not for his teaching.
He will be greatly missed.
We love you, Coach.
See you again someday.
Lee
