June was a busy month for the McCoys. The calendar was filled with written details on where to go and what time to be there.
The first event was the Harrison County Relay for Life, where Lamont and I were in charge of filling luminaria bags. We thought 181 was a large number for two people to handle, but a West Virginia relay had 18,000. I don't think there are that many people in Harrison County.
Anthony Bailey of Movin' and Grovin' Productions kept the music lively, and Rich Wilinski was busy collecting signatures in a plea for more research from the Cancer Action Network for the American Cancer Society.
A trip to Lewis Center and Plain City allowed us to see Matthew and Jackson strut their stuff on the baseball field.
Matthew started behind the plate, making Lamont very proud, as he was a catcher in his playing years. It was a tense game against the Tudor Doctors, who had beaten the MacDonald team three times. Matthew's team managed to win in five innings with a 10-0 score.
Jay pointed out Kevin Shively, former Steubenville resident and good friend of Steve and Suzanne Govey, who was coach for Matthew's group.
The next night, was a game with Jackson's Nationals against the Dragons, a name conjuring up thoughts of monsters spitting fire. They didn't do any spitting but managed to win. Jackson got a hit and made some plays from his right field position though.
There was a Tri-State Area person at that game, too. It was young Mike Polsinelli, a member of the Nationals who has relatives in both Mingo Junction and Wintersville.
We attended the Steubenville Area Relay for Life, with Lamont as a cancer survivor participant. I used my stroll around the track as the Jefferson County 4-H Committee Presidential Fitness Program 30-minute walk. But I did more than a half hour of walking.
It was traumatic to see a picture on the back of the program in memory of Stacy Davis, who died on May 2 of cancer.
I knew Stacy from my earlier days of covering the Jefferson County Fair. She was always a grand champion winner with her 4-H project steers, and I think that she was the Ohio Cattle Queen one year.
Stacy died much too early but had loads of support from her Stacy's Pink Posse relay team. "We know she will be with us this year as we walk in her memory," the team reported.
I had an ouch moment at the relay on Saturday morning when I returned to see if any of my Chinese auction bids came to fruition. My first stop was the Steppin' Sisters booth to see Karen Stringer about my bids. I had won, along with Mary Emery. Since I would see her later in the afternoon, I volunteered to take her winnings, too.
We went to Karen's station wagon to retrieve the baskets. While carrying a large one, I crashed into a bundle of tent poles on the back of a truck. The stars going off in my head matched the patriotic basket I had won.
How I managed to hit my forehead, nose and lip all in one smack I will never know. I felt it most in my lip that was growing in size without the benefit of botox. I asked Karen in a lisp that only someone with a fat lip would say, "Ish my yip getting bigger?"
Her answer was, "No but your nose is sure red." Just what I needed to go to the Herald-Star Weirton Daily Times Steubenville/Weirton Community Days trip to PNC Park that afternoon.
That leads me to the trip to Pittsburgh that was arranged quite efficiently by Cindy Kotsch, special event coordinator.
We had a very personable and efficient bus driver from the Lenzner Bus Co., Doug Wilhoit, on our No. 1 bus. That was our bus number, we were not really ranked as No. 1. But it is nice getting there first and being first in line at the food counter.
Being from Moon Township, Doug knew many back roads that would beat the very heavy and oft-times halting traffic trying to get to PNC Park.
Along with taking us along the back roads, he had a few stories about the area we were passing through. I asked if the other four buses were following us, and Doug said they were relying on him to go the alternate route as no one else knew the less-traveled roads.
Coming back, we passed the park and swimming area that once belonged to Horne's Department Store. Their employees had free use of the facilities that have now been taken over as a community park.
Doug had a gadget that would remove the wrist bands we had to wear to designate that we were part of the "all you can eat" bunch. This was handy as those pesky bands are quite hard to remove.
I found the H.K. Anderson Peanut Butter Filled Pretzel Nuggets to be quite wonderful. The package showed a picture of two antique trucks bearing the business name, and it must have been around for a long time, according to the photo.
Lamont's twin brother, Larry, took the trip and swore to high heavens that he was not wearing a Pirates baseball cap, as he is a Yankees fan. He did, though, as the sun gets quite hot on the top of the head. I even got a picture of him in the black and gold headwear.
Mary and Kenny Emery were part of our posse. She is good at yelling out the Pirates chants broadcast throughout the stadium. Her sister, Carol, and nephew, Chris, came along on bus No. 5.
Cindy made Pirate fans out of Cody and Erin Berry and their children. He is the new pastor at the Destiny House Church in East Liverpool, coming to the area from Arkansas, and there are no pro teams there. The entire family was wearing Pirates shirts and looked adorable.
I got to see Irene Kroskey and Shirley Ohalek. It seemed natural for us to be on another bus trip together. We went to Tennessee and Mississippi together in October on a Clark Gable Museum tour and were constant eating companions.
Janet Carr and her hubby were on the trip, one of many they take with the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She was wearing a Pirates game shirt that proved to be quite hot.
Many of us were wearing the Steubenville/Weirton Community Days Pirate shirts that were sold by the Herald-Star, and they were as cool as any piece of clothing can be.
(McCoy, a resident of Smithfield, is a staff columnist and food editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)