Archive for April, 2009

It’s a Beautiful Day

Posted in Seasonal with tags , , , on April 27, 2009 by mccoolio

sky2 This weekend .Wow. Awesome.

I spent Friday morning playing golf with my boy James Hayes. I told him a couple times how much I was enjoying the day ie., how brilliantly blue the sky was, low humidity, perfect temp., a cool breeze blowing. You know what I’m talking about. I told him how many times I’d stuck my head outside while at work and said to myself: this would be an awesome day to be out on the golf course. Well, here I was and I wasn’t going to  waste it or fail to savor it.

Then Sat afternoon. Man, what another beautiful day! Same as Friday. A little hotter but just as beautiful. I was sitting in my funky, back-killer of a  fold able ball park chair. The one that sweats you to death. Anyway, I was sitting there at Twitty City from about 1:00 Pm till about 4:30  watching Raleigh’s Goodpasture Jr High baseball team play. I was  there with our man-group down in the Amen corner (until Kellye tried to break the gender barrier and got me briefly ostracized) with my boys Danny Wiseman, Bill Moffitt, Mr. Wiseman, Roger Crocker, Brad  Bivens and Tommy Macelheny.


U2  has a song called Beautiful Day. I was on a kick there for awhile where I’d play that song every morning as I’d get ready. Just to get in a positive mood. Here’s the words:

The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room
No space to rent in this town

You’re out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you’re not moving anywhere

You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace

It’s a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away

You’re on the road
But you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud
In the maze of her imagination

You love this town
Even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over
And it’s been all over you

It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out

It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case

What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now
Was a beautiful day

I like the words:   Reach me, I’m not a hopeless case.

Jesus says in Matthew 5:45

“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.

Jesus was telling the truth you know. There were lots of  really evil, mean, ungrateful, atheistic people who enjoyed this weekend’s weather just as much as I did. But here’s what I said that they didn’t:

Praise You LORD for Your wonderful love for us, and for Your marvelous Creativity.



Posted in family on April 18, 2009 by mccoolio

holiday-world2This is the season for Raleigh and Jordan’s birthdays. Jordan’s 4-15-91 and Raleigh’s 4-21-87. We had a combo party for them last night. I was thinking what they’ve meant to us since those eventful days that they made their grand entrance 18 and 22 years ago.

First of all, just who they are is a tremendous blessing. Raleigh is  smart, with an incredible personality. He can walk into a room full of strangers and come out with a new friend or two every time. He  also wants with all his heart to serve God and love people. If you’re really successful, popular, or on top of the heap you might not get as much attention from Raleigh than  if your at the other end, needing some encouragement, a helping hand , or just someone to talk about things with.

Jordan is also smart, with a quick mind. I believe he will be the greatest lawyer ever known. He’s got a heart as big as North America. He’s also full of love, overflowing with it. I know God has great plans for Jordan in His kingdom.

I believe both of them will be great men before their life is over.

My advice to them? Love Jesus with all your heart. Love  your family and friends with all you have. Don’t waste your talents or your time. Be men.

Happy Birthday guys.


Poetry Wednesday

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on April 9, 2009 by mccoolio

godOK, it was originally Poetry Tuesday, or maybe it was Thursday. Anyway, in the interim between then and now I have read several I want to share. Please feel free to comment, interpret, share one back, tell me how lame it is, whatever. This is the original Old English version.

from The Temple (1633), by George Herbert:

The Pulley

WHEN God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by ;
Let us (said He) pour on him all we can :
Let the worlds riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span.

So strength first made a way ;
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure :
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure,
Rest in the bottom lay.

For if I should (said He)
Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of Me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature :
So both should losers be.

Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness :
Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.


Posted in Miscellaneous on April 3, 2009 by mccoolio

finnlogo21I’m Donnie McCool as you probably realize. I’ve recently been doing my family tree. It’s very interesting and very addictive. In fact I find myself wanting to spend every spare second finding out where gr-gr-gr-gr grandfather Nicholas McCool was buried, or where gr-gr (squared) grandfather John McCool lived in Ireland.

I just found awhile ago, with the help of Kellye’s uncle GP West and my new found cousin Deb McCool Worrall, my tree back to the old country. It goes like this:

Myself, Leroy, Frank Wesley, John William, Westley, Nicholas, John, Benjamin, Andrew, John Jr, John & Olivia McCool born in Atrium or Ulster, Ireland and came to America in about 1695 ish. It’s believed that most of the Irish in that region of Ireland were transplants from Scotland, only about 20 or so miles across the Irish Channel. So, that coupled with the fact that they were Protestants (actually Quakers) and not Catholic , they were and are known as Scots-Irish or Scotch Irish.

Nicholas, we believe, was the first McCool in Nashville. Old John had settled in Pennsylvania and from there my line slowly came South. Benjamin and his brother Andrew were Loyalists (fought for the British-yukk) in the Revolutionary War. His son John settled in Orange County, Hillsborough NC, which is very close to Knoxville. His son Nicholas met and married Ellander Conner in Blount County Tn and the next time he shows up on the radar he’s living in Sumner County, Tn (just North of Nashville) in the 1820 Census. Wonder how and why he ended up there? In the 1830 Census he’s living in old District 23 (now District 11) which is basically the Bordeaux/Whites Bend area. There Westley his son started buying and selling land like a mad Irishman and there his son John W eventually purchased 400 acres of which my mom still owns a large tract. I think this is all pretty sweet, that the land has been in McCool hands for that long. I would love to purchase it all back one day and have some kind of historical landmark/ranch and name it some cool Irish name and have a big Irish celebration there every  St Paddy’s Day (no drunks allowed!) and invite all my Irish brethren and non-Irish friends.There’s an old log house on Mom’s  property that we always called the “old house” . It’s still got the old, dried mud between the logs. I just found out a couple of weeks ago for the first time that Dad’s grandmother was born in the house. Wow. That makes it a heck of a lot older than any of us realized. One of my goals is to go up and scratch around at the old house, maybe take someone that knows their stuff, and just try to figure out how old it really is. About the only thing I really want to do is find out where Nicholas and Westley are buried. I’m having a time with that.

Here’s some other famous McCools in the world besides me and my equally famous family.

Milton Leroy McCool. My awesome Dad. Rest In Peace

Larry McCool . My awesome brother. Rest in Peace brother.

There’s the old cartoon character Cool McCool :

Then there’s William McCool the astronaut, who died on the spaceship Columbia in 2003. ( we also have another cousin on my mother’s side who’s an astronaut, Jim Lovell, played famously by Tom Hanks in Appolo 13)

There’s Michelle McCool the WWE wrestler/model. WhoooHoooo.

Also, we’ve got Ashley McCool, bomb unleasher extraordinaire at Ezell Harding and Trevecca .

There’s Georgia’s little gymnast Courtney McCool,

Then there’s Toronto Maple Leafs Legend Frank McCool:

Then you have the awesome Irish Pub Finn McCools in Chicago, New Orleans, and Santa Monica, and  the movie One Night at the McCools starring Liv Tyler. WhooHoo.

That’s it for know. Maybe some more McCool stuff later as we do more famous stuff. Oh yeah, here’s an another  cool McCool blog: