Welcome to SCHOCK MCCOY PRODUCTIONS by J.H. McCoy.  This website is named in honor of my mother, 
Gloria (Schock) McCoy, and dedicated to her memory.  Since it was founded in 2015, her JOURNAL and ALBUM have always been prominent features, but now some of her recipes have been added to the website (RECIPES).  
    The HOMEPAGE is "seasonal" and changes during the year when the seasons do.  It contains some of my articles from my hometown newspaper.  The NEWS section features recent photographs and comments on the local scene.  
PHOTO-ESSAYS is a record of my trips to iconic locations in the U.S.  A short history of the Schock family, written over 50 years ago (1970) by my great-uncle,  Edward D. Schock, is presented in HISTORY.  I edited it in 2020.   
    I hope that you will always find something interesting on this website and that you will tell others about it.    
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J.H. (John Herbert) McCoy 
9636 Roberts Rd., Harbor Beach, MI 48441 // [email protected] // (989) 551-9487 (cell) 
      
                 

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"THE SCHOCK FAMILY TREE" by Edward D. Schock (1970) edited by J.H.McCoy
Read it in HISTORY


REST IN

 PEACE

JOHN MUIR (NATIONAL PARK SERVICE VIDEO)  "A GLORIOUS JOURNEY" - 22 MINUTES
Born 101 years ago, Jan 30, 1923
         FROM THE MINDEN CITY HERALD BY J.H. MCCOY
NIGHT-FLYING MONARCH
from The Minden City Herald, 9/2/21
At first, I thought a large, colorful moth was fluttering around the back porch light. I soon realized, however, that it was a monarch butterfly.  Surprisingly, it continued to buzz the light and bang off the screen door.   I got my iPhone and tried to take a picture.

When I stepped out on the deck, the butterfly circled and brushed by me in its erratic flight.  Occasionally, it landed on a nearby object: the screen door, the top of the light, a deck chair.  But each time, darkness and shadows made it impossible to get a good photo.

Eventually, it landed on my foot… then my pant leg.  I took a few pictures from above, but its wings were closed.

At one point, I noticed that it was resting on the deck.   I reached down, and the butterfly crawled up on my fingers.  I slowly maneuvered it into the light, eliminating the shadows and documenting what I consider a very strange and unusual event.

After putting the monarch down on a cushion and taking a few more pictures, I turned off the porch light; and my “unexpected and unexplained visitor” flew back into the darkness.

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         Photo by J.H. McCoy, Sand Beach Township, August 26, 2021  
AWARD WINNING ARTICLE - MICHIGAN PRESS ASSOCIATION
                    BETTER NEWSPAPERS CONTEST - 2022
"The Michigan Press Association’s annual Better Newspaper Contest allows member journalists, photojournalists, columnists, designers to show off their best work. Each year, a state press association reviews thousands of entries submitted by Michigan newspapers and Individual members. The increased competition inspires all journalists to produce better work, which in turn, nurtures stronger communities."  
from www.michiganpressassociation.org / Check the website for a list of all 2022 winners.
                                 THIRD PLACE - "PHOTO-STORIES" - 2022
       (SMALL WEEKLY NEWSPAPER, UNDER 3,000 CIRCULATION)

 J.H. MCCOY - THE MINDEN CITY HERALD - NIGHT-FLYING MONARCH 
OLDEST LIGHTHOUSE IN THE THUMB 
 YOUNG RACCOONS ON THEIR OWN
RUBICON TOWNSHIP - HURON COUNTY - POSTED ON FACEBOOK - 6/8/23
TIMBERDOODLE ON THE LAWN - 6/9/23
SNOWY OWL AT THE HARBOR BEACH MARINA
APRIL 3-4, 2023
ARTICLE IN "THE MINDEN CITY HERALD" - 4/13/23
THE SNOWY OWL'S "SPRING FLING" ENDED ON APRIL 5!  
NOBODY HAS SEEN IT SINCE.
SNOWY OWL IN HARBOR BEACH

THE MINDEN CITY HERALD

APRIL 13, 2023
A Snowy Owl was seen and photographed at the Harbor Beach Marina on Monday and Tuesday of the first week of April.  It was sitting among the boulders in front of the rental cabins at the north end of the harbor.  The heavily streaked “Snowy” was extremely tame and ignored cars and traffic.  It even tolerated pedestrians, walking by on the sidewalk.
   
I took pictures on both days from a parked vehicle.  I left the car only once.  On Tuesday morning, I pulled up to the line of boulders without seeing the owl. I was going to check the rocks for signs of a kill.  The photographer who took pictures on the first day said that the owl was feeding on something.
  
I got out of the car, walked around the back of it, and then suddenly froze when I saw the yellow eyes.  The Snowy Owl was sitting quietly among the boulders about 50 feet away, watching my every move.  I retraced my steps, climbed back into the car, and once again snapped some pictures. (The owl photo was one I took that morning.)

Later, I began to wonder if the owl was sick or injured.  After all, I had never seen it fly, and it was in the same general location for two days in a row.  But it looked healthy and moved normally.
  
Then on Wednesday, it was gone - nobody has seen it since.   Evidently, the springtime Snowy Owl decided that it was finally time to end it strange sojourn 
in Harbor Beach and return to its home on the Arctic tundra.
   
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More pictures of the Snowy Owl can be found on the Homepage of my website, Schock McCoy Productions. www.schockmccoyproductions.com

After the owl disappeared, I posted several iPhone pictures of it on “Birding Michigan,” a Facebook site for people interested in Michigan birds. I also 
reported it to eBird, the electronic birding website of the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. www.ebird.org  

Out of sync with the calendar, a Snowy Owl seems at home in the boulders at the Harbor Beach Marina.
"HOUSE OF SEVEN GABLES" - HURON CITY
ICONIC HARBOR BEACH LIGHTHOUSE (1885) AND MIGRATING CANADA GEESE
  MIGRATING SANDHILL CRANES  
SANILAC COUNTY - AUTUMN 2023
"I AM THE GHOST  OF CHRISTMAS PAST."  
CHARLES DICKENS (1812-1870)
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Without their mother to teach them, the young raccoons have no fear of cars or traffic.  No adult raccoon would allow a vehicle to get that close.  I drove by them in the weeds by the side of the road, turned around, came back and parked right across from them.  They were probably hungry; they were constantly searching for something to eat in the grass and on the road.  One investigated a cigarette butt.  Again, without their mother to teach them where to find food easily and to avoid danger, their chances of survival are not good. (iPhone pictures)
OPOSSUMS ON THE MOVE
in THE MINDEN CITY HERALD - JULY 13, 2023
READ THE ARTICLE IN "THE CAMERA SKETCH BOOK" 
RING-BILLED GULLS AT THE MARINA IN HB
...finding something to eat in the water??
"O PIONEERS!" by WILLA CATHER (1913)
"The land belongs to the future... that's the way it seems to me.  How many of the names on the county clerk's plat will be there in fifty years? ... We come and go, but the land is always here.  And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it --- for a little while."  Alexandra Bergson - final chapter
(photo: deserted homestead in Huron County)
FRESH SNOW AND A TEMPORARY "LAWN  ORNAMENT,"
ROBERTS RD., SAND BEACH TWP.
posted on Facebook, January 23, 2024
 CHANGING FACE OF AGRICULTURE: 
BALED WHEAT STRAW IN THE THUMB
LABOR-INTENSIVE SQUARE BALES ARE GONE!
NORTHERN MOCKINGBIRD
BEST "SUMMER BIRD"
 HURON COUNTY (RUBICON TOWNSHIP)
AUGUST 8, 2023

REPORTED EARLIER SEVERAL TIMES
ON THE 
RARE BIRD ALERT
WILD BERGAMOT 
LIKED BY BUTTERFLIES AND BUMBLEBEES
GROWING WILD WHERE THE BACKLAWN IS UNCUT
(Photo on "John H. McCoy" Facebook page, August 9, 2023.  "Schock McCoy Productions" is also on Facebook with literary and historical content.  "Like Us" there.)  
FARM COUNTRY RAINBOW
ANDY DUFRESNE - "THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION"
"HOPE IS A GOOD THING, MAYBE THE BEST OF THINGS, AND NO GOOD THING EVER DIES."
BEST "BACKYARD BUTTERFLY" ... SO FAR
EASTERN TIGER SWALLOWTAIL ON WILD BERGAMOT
                                   AUGUST 20, 2023
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"REQUIEM AETERNAM DONA EI, DOMINE...."
BY ANY MEASURE, A LIFE WELL-LIVED
CHERYL MARIE LAPINE
MAY 6, 1952  -  AUGUST 14, 2023
  REST IN PEACE, CHERYL LAPINE

"WHAT WE DO IN LIFE, ECHOES IN ETERNITY"
My deep sympathy to Pat and the entire LaPine family. 
"ONCE IN A BLUE MOON"
LAKE HURON - SAND BEACH TOWNSHIP AUGUST 30, 2023
          The next BLUE MOON will occur on May 31, 2026.  However, a 
BLUE MOON, which is also a "SUPERMOON," will not happen until 2037.
"ETERNAL REST GRANT ONTO HER, O LORD...."

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MIGRATING WINTER WREN IN THE BACKYARD  
          October 15, 2023 - through a window
WINTER WREN - "a very round, dark wren, told from the House Wren by its smaller size, much stubbier tail, stronger eyebrow, and heavily barred belly.  Often bobs body and flicks wings.  Mouselike and secretive; stays near the ground."  [from the "Peterson Field Guide To Birds"]
DITTO - MORE MIGRANTS - HERMIT THRUSH
POSTED ON FACEBOOK: "A small flock of Canada Geese at Harbor Beach, flying off to feed as a December day comes to an end (12/6/23)."  
Good response: 43 LIKES; 7 COMMENTS.
ANCIENT ENEMIES IN HURON COUNTY
               NOVEMBER 14, 2023
POSTED ON FACEBOOK: DECEMBER 3, 2023
LIKE THE "BIG WOODS" - STANDING CORN IS A PLACE OF SAFETY FOR DEER DURING THE FIREARM DEER SEASON,
WHICH BEGAN ON NOVEMBER 15, 2023.
STANDING CORN IN MID-NOVEMBER (HURON CO.)
(WINTER SOLSTICE ++  DECEMBER 21, 2O23  ++  10:27 P.M. EST)
"WINTER KEPT US WARN, COVERING EARTH IN FORGETFUL SNOW."
T.S. ELIOT (1888-1965)
"HE WHO MARVELS AT THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD IN THE SUMMER WILL FIND EQUAL CAUSE FOR WONDER AND ADMIRATION IN WINTER."
JOHN BURROUGHS (1837-1921)
"WISDOM COMES WITH WINTERS."  
OSCAR WILDE (1854-1900)
"SPRING PASSES AND ONE REMEMBERS ONE'S INNOCENCE.  SUMMER PASSES AND ONE REMEMBERS ONE'S EXUBERANCE.  AUTUMN PASSES AND ONE REMEMBERS ONE'S REVERENCE.  WINTER PASSES AND ONE REMEMBERS ONE'S PERSEVERANCE.'
YOKO ONO (1933)
"IF WE HAD NO WINTER, SPRING WOULD NOT BE SO PLEASANT; IF WE DID NOT SOMETIMES TASTE OF ADVERSITY, PROSPERITY WOULD NOT BE SO WELCOME."
ANNE BRADSTREET (1612-1672)
TWO CENTURIES OF "A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS"
Two hundred years ago on December 23, 1823, a Christmas poem was published anonymously in an upstate New York newspaper.  It began with the now-famous lines: 
“'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house / Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

For the next fourteen years, the poem appeared in print without the author’s name.  Then in 1837, Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863) was publicly identified as its author.  He was a scholarly professor of Greek and biblical languages at the General Theological Seminary in New York City.

Perhaps, Moore remained anonymous for fear that the whimsical nature of the poem would clash with his established reputation as a biblical scholar.   Nevertheless, in 1844, he included it in a published anthology of his poetry, thereby acknowledging his authorship.

Legend has it that Moore composed “A Visit from St. Nicholas” on a snowy Christmas Eve 
in 1822, during a sleigh ride to a local market.   Later that night, he recited the poem to his six children as the family enjoyed Yuletide festivities around a blazing fireplace at their home in Chelsea --- then on the outskirts of New York City, now part of Manhattan.

Moore never intended to publish his improvised poem – he only wrote it as a holiday entertainment for his children.   However, a year later, a friend sent a copy to the Troy New York Sentinel. The paper printed it just before Christmas in 1823, and the rest is history!

On the 200th anniversary of its publication, Clement Moore’s celebrated lines are as popular as ever – twenty-eight rhyming couplets, which transformed a saintly Catholic bishop (Nicholas) into a chubby Santa Claus, whose eight famous reindeer pull a toy-filled sleigh across a snowy landscape.  The poem made Christmas Eve a night of wonder and magic for Moore’s children, and two centuries later, his imaginative verse still brightens the holiday season.

“Happy Christmas to all!” 

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A Visit from St. Nicholas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And Mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below;
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, --- and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf;
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” 
In his famous Yuletide classic, Clement Clarke Moore described St. Nicholas as a "right jolly old elf," driving his reindeer and sleigh through the sky on a snowy Christmas Eve.
from THE MINDEN CITY HERALD - DECEMBER 21, 2023
"IF WINTER COMES, CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND?"
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792-1822)
GEORGE WASHINGTON
FEBRUARY 22, 1732
the "INDISPENSABLE MAN"