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Archive for the ‘Vacation’ Category

Dave Duffy

Camping on the Rogue River

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

Quosatana Creek Campground 15 miles up the Rogue River is a relaxing and serene place to camp. No internet or cell phone service, which is just fine. For five days, we swam, fished, bicycled, and relaxed by the fire.

The Rogue is a powerful river that empties into the Pacific at Gold Beach.

Our camp consists of our popup trailer and tent. We also bring our bicycles and fishing rods.

All strong swimmers, my three sons walk on the opposite shore after they swam across the river.

I ate a lot of blackberry toastites and relaxed in camp. Wild blackberries are plentiful here. A good blackberry toastite consists of two pieces of whole wheat bread filled with 60% apples and 40% blackberries and some cinnamon, and toasted in the toastiter (sometimes called a hobo iron) right in the fire.

Dave Duffy

Analysis of a good golf swing

Monday, September 21st, 2009

Robby injured his arm at his high school soccer match in Klamath Falls Saturday so couldn’t play golf Sunday with us at Running Y. So he took the photos. Our BHM Youth Golf Team has several players with good swings. The following photos contrast theirs with mine:

Toby Stanley -- Good swing!

Matt Anderson -- Good swing!

My swing!

Pretty funny huh! I didn’t know I had an old man’s swing. In my head I pictured my swing being something like theirs.

I intend to correct my swing quickly, using a video camera we have at the golf club that will show me the way to develop better form. I’ve also been swimming the last couple of weeks to loosen up my back muscles. This swing is just too terrible.

Following is a shot from the tee box on one of the holes on the “back 9.’ Those people on the green are more than 400 yards away.

Running Y has many beautiful holes.

Dave Duffy

The first television in my neighborhood, and visiting with some patriot ancestors

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

My father, Walter Duffy, owned the first television in my old South Boston neighborhood, and this trip to Boston I retrieved that 6.5-inch-screen TV. My earliest memories of it are from about age 7 when many of the neighborhood men would gather at our apartment in Old Harbor Village Project to watch the Wednesday night fights. The grownups drank beer and cheered pretty much like I did the other night when the Celtics beat the Clippers at the Garden. My father was an electronics tinkerer so it was only natural he got the first TV in our poor Irish neighborhood. What a treat for the neighborhood men back then.

I’ve been having a great time in Boston, even though the hotel pool has the wrong chemical mix so my skin is about as red as the lobster I ate at Legal Seafoods today. My back muscles are tightening up too so I spend about an hour a day stretching so I can walk around and see the sites. Lots of inspiring history here about courageous and determined citizens who risked everything to win their freedom from a tyrannical government.

Following are some photos I’ve taken.

Granary Burying Ground. Patriots like Samuel Adams, John Hancock, and Paul Revere are buried here, as well as the five victims gunned down by British troops in the Boston Massacre.

Paul Revere's humble grave is freshened up by some spontaneous offerings.

The Old State House housed the Colonial government before the Revolution. In 1768, legislators locked themselves inside to prevent the royal governor from dissolving the assembly. In 1770, British troops killed five right about where my family is standing in what came to be known as the Boston Massacre as they fired into a crowd, igniting colonists with revolutionary fervor. In 1776, from the balcony, the Declaration of Independence was read to a cheering crowd.

Jake holds Dad's 6.5-inch-screen TV next to Oliver Del Signore's 50-inch TV.

My immediate ancestors came from Ireland. My brother Hugh and I pose next to an Irish memorial to the one million Irish who died in the famine of 1847. First our father's parents immigrated to America, then our mother immigrated to America shortly after the turn of the century.

Dave Duffy

A day at the beach

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

We spent a few hours at North Topsail Beach about 20 miles away. The water was about 75 degrees, compared to our beach in Oregon which stays in the mid-40s so this was a marvelous surprise for us. The kids swam and built a big sand castle.

It was lots of fun until I discovered my sunburnt feet when we got back in the car.

Dave Duffy

Sorting clothes for Good Will

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

We’re just kicking back, mowing the lawn, and helping Erik and Annie get ready for their eventual move back to Oregon. Annie sorted through boxes of clothes she’ll give to the local Good Will store.

Although this climate is hot and humid, it’s better than the incredible 113-degree desert heat at the 29 Palms Marine Corps training area. You can at least go outside for a walk here.

Erik was home for two days and had to go right back out in the field for training for the remainder of our trip. These Marine Corps families sacrifice a lot for their country.

 
 


 
 

 
 
 
 
 
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