Members of Lusignan Golf Club (LGC) spent Saturday afternoon reminiscing about the contributions and bonhomie of Colin Ming, brother of Stanley Ming, who died suddenly on April 2, 2021 in a vehicle accident.
Among them was the current Captain Patrick Prashad, who had known Ming since they were in primary school together in Kitty. Prashad recalled many hours working with Ming on the composition of the club, noting that his friend was an extreme sticker for details on any issue. His knowledge covered all areas of the game – whether the rules, the right swing technique and issues like drainage and the right soil conditions for the lawns.
Importantly, he was the primary ‘care giver’ for the natural equipment often used to care for the course and was always on hand to make repairs. It was particularly poignant that the mower broke down on Saturday, perhaps in mourning. Immediately, the question was who would care now? Ming was also remembered as a person of uncompromising principles by his family friend Hilbert Shields, who said he always saw issues in black and white and perhaps this is why he never felt comfortable running for the presidency of the club. However, his contributions delivered with little fanfare have been numerous. His generosity in helping members improve their game was also noted.
Ming himself was a low-key solid handicap golfer with a reliable off-the-cuff drive and impeccable carving and rendering based on accurate technique. And he was a hard-to-beat man, crushing to the frustration of many of his colleagues. With his understanding of the fundamentals, he could have become ‘single digit’ at any time; however, he had many other interests and often disappeared for months to go fishing or to help with squash or car racing. With COVID-19, it hadn’t been on the course for maybe a year.
But last Monday to the surprise and delight of many members, he showed up to play, and reported that he was his gentle and joyful self, including singing the Patsy Cline song with reference to the same when his opponents’ games fell ” in pieces ”.
On the 19th hole, he was always excellent company and was often seen at the club late playing dominoes with the same competitiveness and intimacy as golf.
It was agreed that, at some convenient time in the future, the club would hold a memorial tournament in full recognition of its contributions.
Finally, as members sat under the tree on Saturday, the sun dipping below the horizon, the bar staff brought a $ 1000 note, and said Ming had left for Prashad who had beaten him in the game the previous Monday. He was said to have even died after honoring his debts.