Welcome to the 2021 version of SCHOCK MCCOY PRODUCTIONS by J.H.McCoy. This website is dedicated to my mother, Gloria (Schock) McCoy, and named in her honor. Since it was founded in 2015, her JOURNAL and ALBUM have always been prominent features - now some of her recipes have been added to the website (RECIPES). The new format for the HOMEPAGE is seasonal and allows for frequent photo updates. The NEWS section is about some of my recent activities, and PHOTO-ESSAYS features my trips to iconic locations in the U.S. Since I am currently on sabbatical from The Minden City Herald, the Archives section has been replaced by a short history of the Schock family (HISTORY). It was written 50 years ago (1970) by Edward D. Schock, my great-uncle. I edited it in 2020.
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J.H. (John Herbert) McCoy
9636 Roberts Rd., Harbor Beach, MI 48441 / [email protected] / (989) 479-9594 / (989) 551-9487
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SPRING *** THE CAMERA SKETCH BOOK *** SPRING
*** With apologies to Washington Irving and THE SKETCH BOOK OF GEOFFREY CRAYON, GENT. (1819-1820).
(Click on small "pics" to enlarge)
THE "BURN BOSS" IN THE WHITE HELMET
++ some photos in THE CAMERA SKETCH BOOK have been edited ++
"THE QUESTION IS NOT WHAT YOU LOOK AT BUT WHAT YOU SEE."
HENRY DAVID THOREAU (1817 - 1862)
SAND BEACH TOWNSHIP
THE THUMB & THE NATION
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
1619 MAIN STREET, MINDEN CITY, MICHIGAN - SPRING 2013
A PRAYER IN SPRING - ROBERT FROST
"THE SCHOCK FAMILY TREE" by Edward D. Schock (1970) edited by J.H.McCoy
"For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours." - Pam Brown (Australian poet)
In 2013, Gloria was gone before her spring flowers bloomed.
PUSSY WILLOWS IN AN OLD FENCE LINE
"SWEET VIOLETS / SWEETER THAN ALL THE ROSES..."
"THE BLUE AND BRIGHT-EYED FLOWERET OF THE BROOK, HOPE'S
GENTLE GEM, THE SWEET FORGET-ME-NOT" - SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1770-1850)
LOVELIEST OF TREES
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
A.E. HOUSMAN (1859-1936)
"We loiter in winter while it is already spring. In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven." HENRY DAVID THOREAU
IN MEMORY OF RICHARD J. MCCOY, COUSIN AND FRIEND
MAY 3, 1951 - JANUARY 8, 2021
IT IS HARD TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO RICK. THERE ARE REALLY NO WORDS TO EXPRESS THE PROFOUND SADNESS I FELT AT HIS UNEXPECTED AND UNTIMELY PASSING. HE WAS A SPECIAL PERSON - INTELLIGENT, FOCUSED, THOUGHTFUL AND CONCERNED. HE WAS INTERESTED IN EVERYTHING AROUND HIM AND GENEROUS WITH HIS TIME. NOW AND THEN, HE STOPPED IN TO SEE MY PARENTS, "UNCLE JOE" AND "AUNT GLORIA." THEY ALWAYS ENJOYED HIS VISITS.
SOMETIMES, RICK BROUGHT ME LITTLE GIFTS WHEN HE DROPPED BY:
A BOOK ABOUT JOHN MUIR THAT HE READ AND WANTED ME TO HAVE; AN
AFRICAN ANTELOPE CARVING HE SAW AT A SALE AND THOUGHT I WOULD LIKE.
HE TOLD ME MANY TIMES HOW MUCH HE ENJOYED MY ARTICLES IN "THE MINDEN CITY HERALD." HE WAS MY BIGGEST FAN.
I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER RICK READING A POEM AT HIS DAD'S 80TH SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY IN THE MINDEN CITY HALL. IT WAS SPRINGTIME - MAY OF 1997. HE HAD FOUND A POEM HE THOUGHT APPROPRIATE FOR THE OCCASION - "A PRAYER IN SPRING" BY ROBERT FROST:
"OH, GIVE US PLEASURE IN THE FLOWERS TO-DAY;
AND GIVE US NOT TO THINK SO FAR AWAY
AS THE UNCERTAIN HARVEST; KEEP US HERE
ALL SIMPLY IN THE SPRINGING OF THE YEAR...."
RICK LOVED NATURE: THE FLOWERS, THE TREES, THE CHANGING SEASONS. HE COULD NOT STAY, BUT HIS MEMORY WILL LIVE ON, ESPECIALLY IN THE "SPRINGING OF THE YEAR" WHEN NEW LIFE EMERGES AND THE DEADNESS
OF WINTER IS FORGOTTEN.
REST IN ETERNAL PEACE, RICHARD JOHN MCCOY. YOUR LIFE WAS A BLESSING
TO MANY. I WAS HONORED TO KNOW YOU.
DEEPEST SYMPATHY TO PATRICIA, JUSTIN, SIMON, KATHRYN, WILLIAM,
AND THE ENTIRE FAMILY.
GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there
may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms
with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull
and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you
compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always
there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own
career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for
high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child
of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be
here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding
as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him
to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
By Max Ehrmann © 1927
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
Rick loved the Verona State Game Area. He enjoyed the beauty, peace, and solitude. He was often seen walking
the roads near this spot.
Scroll down for a tribute to Rick.