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Sunday, November 3, 2024

James Richard McDonald, Wonderful Hubby



James Richard McDonald                                                                                                         

                  
 “Mac” as known by his students and friends went to his eternal rest surrounded by family early in the morning on Monday, July 15th. Mac loved teaching Agricultural Education and spent 37 years with his fellow “A teamers” planting the seeds of hard work, creativity and ingenuity into multiple generations of students. He especially loved it when he was able to teach a son or daughter of a former student. Richard was very well known throughout Greene County because of his willingness to stop and chat with anyone. His warm presence drew people in even when they might be busy or in a hurry. It did not matter where he went, if you were lucky enough to be with him, you had better plan for an extra hour because he would inevitably run into someone he knew or someone he had a connection with. He taught us all to be interested in others regardless of the hurried pace of life.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 “Richard” as he was known by his loving wife Cynthia and family could discuss a wide variety of topics and somehow, he would pull you into conversations about topics you never even knew existed. “Hit and Miss” engines, the blueing of a beautiful vintage rifle, John Deere tractors, what to look for in a fine bourbon, his grandson’s latest basketball game, the skills needed to obtain a part for a historical car that he was re-building or what was the best all time John Wayne movie. Those conversations never ended on Thursday nights when a group of his friends appeared at “Mac’s Forge” to make something out of metal for a friend, a special occasion or just for fun. It wasn't as frequent, but some of the most beautiful hand-crafted knives were made in that forge and ended up in the hands of loved ones through out the country. In addition, many of the world’s problems were solved in that shop as well as with fellow members of the MBPCR Club. Mac had a true passion for long distance target shooting and loved all the people that enjoyed the sport with him. He was so proud when he would win the competition in his age group, but far more important was the relationship he built with his fellow competitors. They were a 2nd family in many ways.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Richard’s life never transitioned too far away from the farm. Growing up on a farm, then teaching Agriculture, being involved in FFA, 4-H and the Fair were a way of life for his family especially supporting his granddaughters 4-H livestock shows. Sheep, pigs, and especially horses were a love of Cindy’s and his three children, Ryan, Trisha and Emily. Whatever they loved, became a love of his. Fixing an old car or hooking the horse trailer up for another competition or endurance ride was just part of the job of being a husband and father.  Of course, Richard always found people to connect with at camp and on the road, but he was selfless with his time when it came to his family. As they grew and changed, so did he. Fair animals and horses slowly transitioned to motorcycles and ball games. In recent years, Richard and Cindy have been able to travel all over the United States with many of the miles coming on the back of a Harley Tryke. They loved the time in Monument Valley and all the National Parks, but more importantly, they loved the time they got to spend with friends and family along the way. Their travels often brought them to Shelby County for their grandkids ball games and of course, Richard became an adopted brother of so many in the crowd.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Richard was a man's man. He was not afraid to fix a baler even if it tore up his arms, help load stubborn animals into a trailer even if they needed a little extra coaxing, drive the grain cart when he wasn't feeling well, or just making sure that his grip was firm (and often crushing) every time he greeted you. However, the love and pride he had for Cindy, Ryan, Trisha and Emily will be how he should be truly remembered. As death was nearing, all of Richard’s beautiful talents and interests became secondary. Despite only being able to nod his head, Richard persisted for hours just so the right question could be asked. “Dad, do you want to tell us that you love us?” and then the resounding up and down motion of his head in response. That was Richard “Mac” McDonald. Our hearts are broken and he will be missed every day. Richard was born on January 26th, 1947 and was 77 when he passed. He was preceded in death by his father, James Wilfred McDonald, mother, Kathrine (Randall) (McDonald) Gregg and his sister, Elaine (McDonald) Straley; brother-in-law, Tom Green. Richard’s family includes his wife of 55 years, Cynthia (DeRemer) McDonald; son, James Ryan and two granddaughters, Caitlyn and Elizabeth; two daughters: Emily McDonald and Trisha (William) Reichert; grandchildren Aidan, Kellen, McKinley and Tatum; a sister, Ann Green. A celebration gathering will be held on September 14th, 2024 at 4 p.m. at the McDonald’s home, 2430 Tarbox Cemetery Rd., Cedarville. Bring a lawn chair as the family gathers to share stories and celebrate Richard’s life. Memorial gifts may be made in his memory to JC Athletic Boosters, 204 South Linden St., Jackson Center, Ohio 45334 or Greene County Sheriffs Office, 120 East Main St., Xenia, Ohio 45385 In care of Greene County Youth Activity Fund


Monday, October 7, 2024

Time Has Come

This year, 2020, I am finally making progress on my idea of compiling all of my blogs into a manuscript.  Eventually, it will be printed and bound.  I'm not sure who really cares, but my need to leave something behind that another might want to read, seems to be driving me.

This has become a major, almost overwhelming project.  I have been trying for two years to get this off the ground and this is the year it will be done.

In doing this I have figured out how save and transfer each blog to my computer, correct the fonts, move paragraphs and then save into a PDF so it can later be transferred to a publisher/printer.

I currently have experimented with a couple online publishing companies.  In doing this I have created three other books already in 2020.  So at this point I have published two "coffee table" books.  They contain 100 photos each, one of my paintings and one of my gourds.  I am very happy with them and feel they are a good compilation of work I have done in the last twenty years.  It is very satisfying to realize how much artwork I have created and it really only touches a small amount the work coming from the Wild Gourd Studio.

The other book was an experiment of publishing online and content is from some of my blogs on horses and other animals on our farm.  It is wonderful, but many things I will correct for the manuscript I am working on now.  The title of this little soft cover book, with twenty five stories is, TRUE HORSE STORIES and other stories from the farm.  





MEMORIES

     This morning, I cleaned around the old computer area.  Oh, the things I found.....  So many notes and papers that may or may not be important today.  I bag for recycled papers, a pile for "keep" and another pile for "find another home".  

     Then it happened, I found the bundles of maps and agendas for our trips out west.  I had thought I might make some photo books from all the beautiful pictures I have stored in my computer and phone.  Of course, I never made time to follow through on that project.  I suddenly realized the books are no longer important.  Who cares about them?  Only me now, I have lost the only other person I could have shared those memories with.  I am the only person to care and to carry those memories.  It is a hard reality when I have to be seventy-five years to find that our experiences are only ours to carry, no one else can understand those memories or even care beyond the polite acknowledgement of your momentary mention of your remembrance.  

     I did save my journal notes, I'm not sure why.  I will probably never read them and basically, they were the daily notes of the miles ridden, towns we stayed, the parks we visited and maybe a good place to eat.  I might actually read them at some point and then throw them away.  Oh well, that's another day.

     I will dry my tears and try to find happiness knowing I have had wonderful memories with a wonderful man, I will relish the sunshine and cooler temperatures.  I will enjoy the happiness my little dogs, Fen and Millie, give to me.