Since my mother was widowed for many years, Grandpa Richards spent more time with us than most of my cousins enjoyed. He used to pick me up to caddy for him at Nibley Park. Early one morning, before it was light, he picked me up and we started down fairway one. It was still so dark that I had trouble seeing where the ball went. To our surprise, President Heber J. Grant was coming up fairway two. I don’t know how they managed in the dim light. When President Grant saw grandpa, he called out and said, “I beat you again, President Richards.”
One afternoon I was caddying for grandpa and grandma. He was in kind of a hurry because he had to get back for a meeting at Church headquarters. We were stuck behind a foursome that were hunting for their balls in the rough. Grandpa asked them if we could drive through. They leaned on their clubs and watched as grandma wacked the ball onto the green. One man asked if it would be too impertinent of him to ask how old his wife was. Grandpa proudly said, “No, she is 75 years old and has had 15 children.” She could still beat some of her daughters at golf. At that time she was matron of the Salt Lake Temple, and among his other duties, Grandpa was president of the Salt Lake Temple and of all the temples of the church.
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