Sorry, girls, but summer is a season made for boys, and nothing says summer and boys better than baseball. Well, weddings count too. To wit:
This good ol’ boy in the bleachers was hoping for a White Sox win the other day, but he didn’t cry when he didn’t get it, because he got to see lots of good ol’ baseball in the summertime.
Hard work, but somebody has to do it. Might as well be these boys.
That whole Mind, Body & Spiritthing was drilled into my head as a kid, probably by the influential organizations of my childhood: the YMCA, the Boy Scouts, and the Episcopal Church. The message was: You can’t develop one and neglect the other two. Be fit mentally, physically, and spiritually. Message received. And, I am happy to say, I have been working on all three in my dotage,…
Let’s make every day Mother’s Day
Opinion Maker Column
By Charles McKelvy
Photo of yours truly and Mom courtesy of an usher at Orchestra Hall in Chicago after a concert by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra.
(Author’s note: This essay appeared originally in The Herald-Palladium Newspaper in Saint Joseph, Michigan on November 30, 2010, just a month after we moved Mom to be near us in Bridgman,…
If this doesn’t bring tears to your eyes and a lump to your throat, nothing, but nothing will.
Originally posted on Poetically Versed:
by Charles McKelvy
If Mom’s ring fits, wear it with love!
I now wear on my right, ring finger a ring that my mother wore most of her 93 years on her right, ring finger.
Mom told me before she died that she wanted me to have the ring her beloved Uncle Donald gave her after he returned from a trip to North Africa, and my sister Missy insisted I take the ring right after…
We enjoy our Sunday bike rides from Harbert to Three Oaks and New Buffalo and back. Yesterday, we saw evidence of the recent wheat harvest on Schwark Road near Kruger Road.
Sunset at Camp Sokol in New Buffalo.
Day is done, gone the boaters.
Time for the owls to get up.
The Big Book of Mom
A Sentimental Journey
by Charles McKelvy
Mom was always at home at Orchestra Hall in Chicago. Now she is at home in Heaven.
(Author’s note: This is just the beginning. I will post more on a page called THE BIG BOOK OF MOM as I write and edit it. And, when we are ready to publish, you shall be the first to know.)
So what this is, see, is an appreciation of my…