Sing it with me! We are a highly seasonable business. For the most part, we are a pretty hopping place for about 3 months out of the year. There are 52 weekends in a year, so we make the best of them. That is, those twenty weekends in the summer months when our Iowa weather cooperates. It isn’t uncommon for us to have over a thousand people pass through our doors on a weekend. When we think about that, it kind of blows our mind. Given that my family built the golf course, it can often just feel like a second home. One of my favorite things to do is to sit outside of my house and listen to the laughter taking place at the golf course and miniature golf course. I honestly can’t describe how good that makes me feel. Our family has worked so hard to bring something good to our community. It’s so rewarding when we can hear it! On Saturdays, I walk through the kitchen about one hundred times. Every time I walk through, I yell out, “Who’s having fun?” Pans are clanking, knives are chopping, the dishes are piling up, but I always get laughter when I ask that question. I always wait until after the weekend to tell mom how many people she cooked for, otherwise, I think I’d make her sick. “Way to go mom! You cooked for 567 people on Saturday! Let’s see what I can do to top that for next weekend, shall we?” Same goes for my counter staff. On Saturdays, we are busily preparing for multiple events to take place. They are busy wiping tables, checking in golfers, serving food, moving chairs, spreading out linens and handing out minigolf gear. “Who’s having fun?” I ask. “We are!” They reply. They know the drill. Over the years, we have been able to design our facility, so that we can have multiple events taking place at the same time and they are all left un-bothered by one another. It’s a great design. Guests always talk to me about how nice it is to have their own private area. We have three main rooms, each can hold a different amount of people, but they are private and each one has its own outdoor seating area attached. Let’s face it, when you’re at a golf course, you want to spend some time outside. On this particular Saturday evening, we had a wedding ceremony outside and reception taking place in our events center, a surprise birthday party in our Golfer’s Lounge and Altoona Chamber’s Wine Tasting taking place on our driving range under a tent. Our wedding reception had a fabulous food selection! The guests had so much fun going through the massive salad and pasta bar followed up by an ice cream station. The groom was a photographer, so he invited the guests to take pictures for the couple throughout the evening. They placed a photo scavenger hunt list on the tables at the reception as well as the chairs to the ceremony with a disposable camera. I can’t wait to hear how the pictures turned out! The bride and groom treated all of their guests to miniature golf directly following their ceremony. Guests enjoyed a social hour at the front of our building and visited and watched as people had fun playing miniature golf. In our Golfer’s Lounge, we had a surprise birthday party. This family had so much fun. They stayed at our place longer than the wedding party! Earlier in the day, the dad (it was his birthday) played golf with his sons and family members. After the 18th hole, the whole group surprised him in the cart parking area. He was completely unsuspecting. It was such a gorgeous night that they spent a lot of time outside.While I was walking around checking on all the events, I enjoyed the vibrant enthusiasm of guests at the golf course. There are so many fun things to celebrate in life! The moon was full and bright. Luckily, no vampires or werewolves were around. The wine tasting took place on our driving range under a tent. This is a great area because the miniature golf course and bathrooms are nearby. It’s a flat area that works well for tented events. Guests gathered in the tent to visit and sample Iowa wine. After visiting with all our happy guests, I walked into the kitchen to give my mom a high five. There’s nothing more rewarding than to see smiling faces who are creating memories that will last a lifetime. I’d say that it was a pretty fun Saturday night! How about you? Have you ever gotten surprised for your birthday? Did you ever cook for 500 people and live to tell the tale?
Altoona Chamber’s Wine Tasting
Several years ago, the Altoona Chamber began putting on a wine tasting for the community. In the last decade, the wine industry in Iowa has experienced tremendous growth. There are many local wineries popping up all over our state. Some of that growth is because of the experimentation with wine in recent years. Iowans are able to produce wine from many resources, not just grapes. Local wineries use rhubarb, apples, dandelions and even honey. Altoona Chamber of Commerce had four local wineries at their event. One of them even had a jalapeno based wine. It was a lovely evening for a casual event. When guests arrived, they were given a wine glass compliments of the chamber. The event takes place outside under a tent which creates a nice atmosphere. Guests were treated to a live band. The crowd really enjoyed themselves. They played some miniature golf, listened to the band, and a few hit some balls on the driving range. For July in Iowa, it was a pretty nice evening. The event ended at 9 p.m. when the sun was beginning to set. I always enjoy hosting these local events. There are many friends in the crowd and it is enjoyable to catch up with them. We have been members of the Altoona Chamber for many years. It all kind of goes back to the Six Degrees of Separation. How about you? Did you attend the Altoona Chamber’s Wine Tasting? What was your favorite flavor?
It’s Hammer Time!
When you ask a teenager to get up early in the morning to come to work, you are usually greeted by a few groans. Those groans suddenly become grins when they find out there will be a sledgehammer involved. I’m not sure how long ago we put up this fencing around the clubhouse area. If my memory serves me correctly, it was nearly twenty years ago. We’ve been doing lots of constructing lately. Evidence seen here, here, and here. After looking at all our new construction, our old fence just wasn’t really cutting it anymore. It’s funny how when things are first built, they improve the overall look of something. In time, they just don’t have that same luster anymore. Austin and Jake set to work tearing down our fencing around the clubhouse to give it a nice clean look. Here is the before shot of the fence in question. The removal wasn’t too difficult. (Said the person who took the pictures and didn’t lift a finger). They simply used the sledgehammer to knock out the fence rails. Once the rails were removed, they loosened the fence posts and pulled them up out of the ground. When they were done, they had a nice pile of fence railing that was stacked up for possible future use. After forty years in business, we have learned not to be too eager to throw things away. You just never know when something will come in handy. The boys had a good system down and made the whole thing look pretty easy. Once everything was removed, they asked me if I had any more things around that I wanted to destroy. Imagine their disappointment when I couldn’t think of anything. They filled all the fence post holes with compost and covered it all back up with rock. It turned out quite nice and just feels like a nicely landscaped area. We have some future plans for this area. Just one day at a time. How about you? Any deconstructing going on at your house? Do you enjoy waking up in the morning to swing a sledgehammer?
The gods Must be Crazy!
Remember that movie? When the airline pilot dropped a Coke bottle out of the window of his airplane into a third world country. The tribe’s leader decided that the bottle had caused great harm and he set off to to throw the bottle off the edge of the earth. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mI-WJtGC8dI] We think that someone must have dropped a Coke bottle onto the golf course because in the last week, it seems everything we owned broke down. In fact, I caught Doug saying a quick prayer to his mower hoping it would stay running for the entire 18 holes. The prayers were needed because the old girl was our third back up greens mower. That’s right. We had gone through three greens mower on this particular morning. (He’s actually fixing the reels, but I told him that he looked like he was praying). On top of that, we set a record for irrigation breaks in one night. Seven. Up until this week, we had only had three other leaks all year. What was it? A full moon? Did a black cat cross our path? As with most things, we just put our noses to the grindstone and got the work done and did our best to make the best of it. Seven irrigation leaks means seven big holes were dug. In case a golfer didn’t notice the massive hole in the middle of number one fairway, we also marked it with an orange cone. This crazy leak was so horrible that we had to pump mass amounts of water out of the hole before we could fix it. Jason and Jordan were on hole digging duty for the day. It’s everyone’s favorite job. The outside staff draws straws in the morning to see who will get the honor. They need to make a sarcasm font. When it comes down to it, no matter the age, mud is always fun. Another hole was calling their name. When we fix an irrigation leak, we have to drain the irrigation system. There are many shut off valves on the golf course, so we can section it off. Since there were so many leaks, we drained the entire system, so we could fix them all in one day. It is so hot right now that we don’t want to go one day without watering the course. Once a hole was dug, Jason and Jordan moved on to their next hole. Each leak varied in its cause. Most of them are caused because of the freeze/drought/thaw/flood situation that we have experienced in the last few years. Once the hole has been dug, then the problem area is removed. If it wasn’t leaking before, then it certainly was after we cut it open! By the end of the morning, the hole digging action began looking more like this. Poor Jordan. He really needs to learn not to make a pillow out of sod. After a morning worth of work, we had all properly working mowers and all our leaks had been fixed. That’s right. We had made it to the edge of the earth and had dumped that Coke bottle. How about you? Did you ever watch The gods Must Be Crazy? If you haven’t, you should watch it with my dad. His laugh makes everything more funny.
I Heart Quinceañeras
My title at the golf course is the Wizard of Fun. When you’re in a family owned business, you get to make up titles. It compensates for the long hours. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. The Wizard of Fun title best describes my job. I’m in charge of all the fun. I organize anniversaries, miniature golf birthday parties, open houses, family reunions, fundraisers, rehearsal dinners, weddings, golf outings – you get the idea. The fun! I look forward to all events at the golf course. I’m addicted to smiling happy faces. Last Saturday, I must admit, we hosted the main event for this year that I have been looking forward to since January. Simona turned fifteen which meant it was time for her Quinceañera. I don’t even remember my 15th birthday. Not because I’m old. Ok. Maybe that has a little bit to do with it. Mostly I don’t remember because it was probably just like most of my other birthdays. Cake, presents, family, laughter and fun. Not too shabby, but seriously, I didn’t have a crown on any of my cakes. That’s right. Her parents have three daughters and two sons. Simona was the third daughter, so they knew the ropes by now. Tiaras on a cake. Yes, please. The smile never left this beautiful birthday girl’s face all evening! The evening started off outside with miniature golf, appetizers and this… That’s right. We’re talking about a mariachi band. Mariachi Zapata had come in from Omaha and they were amazing. I really wanted to wear their pants. How cool are they? After the guests had played miniature golf, the mariachi band escorted the birthday girl and her table of honor into our events center. There was lots of dancing as well as many smiling faces. It seems like every quinceañera that we host features something different that is meaningful to the family. Simona was treated to beautiful dancers. They were spinning too fast for me to get a good picture, so let’s just say there was a lot of spinning and jumping. Finally, Simona, her brother and her court of honor took the dance floor and performed their waltz. Basically, I just pretended that it was my fifteenth birthday throughout the evening. I hope that’s not too weird. Especially when it came time to bust open the pinata. I don’t know about Simona, but it was one of the most fun events that I have ever had the pleasure of working. Her parents and family were amazing and the fun entertainment seemed to never stop. Seriously. I got to listen to this for two hours! I told them that I wished they were my family, so they could sing to me at all of my birthdays. Then, I remembered. It wasn’t my birthday and more importantly, I wasn’t fifteen. Not even close. [wpvideo YmSaNhnK] What did you do when you turned 15? Any live bands play for you? Did you have to dance with your brother?
Someone Call the Doctor! My Soil is Dead!!
Last year, we decided to take advantage of our drought and we built a peninsula where we plan to hold wedding ceremonies because our pond was dry and made it easy to get in there and move dirt around. Last month, we got the area prepped for seed. As it turns out, the only thing that could grow in the silt was weeds. Let me tell you. Those weeds could grow like crazy. We’re talking three foot tall weeds. However, we couldn’t get one single grass seed to germinate in our peninsula. We had heard that the silt might be dead soil because there weren’t any microbes in it, so we weren’t expecting much. The silt had been at the bottom of the pond for so many years that it had no oxygen or goodies in it to grow grass. Picture us with sad faces. After waiting for a month without one ounce of seed springing up, we threw in the towel. It was time for a new plan. We had always planned to irrigate the peninsula, but our original plans were do bring up some seed first and then irrigate, re-seed, and finish growing in the grass. After our epic grass seed growing fail, we decided we would begin with irrigation this time around, follow it up with a round of compost, and then seed. My dad, Tom, set to work on the Ditch Witch this time around for the project. Sorry, I didn’t manage to get a picture of him on it. He was kind of a ninja cat that day and appeared and disappeared before I even knew the work had been done. The evidence of him was definitely left with several trenches dug. Our boys headed over to Municipal Supply in Des Moines to purchase some 1 1/2 inch PVC piping. The trench pictured is on the east side of the peninsula. The trench that was dug on the west end of the peninsula is for speaker wire and electricity. Once the pipe was laid in the trenches, Jason had to hook it all up to our current irrigation system. This required Jason and Austin digging a hole right near the edge of the practice green to attach to one of the practice green’s sprinkler heads. In case you are wondering, why yes, that IS sweat dripping from Jason’s back at nine in the morning. We like to save all the most fun jobs for the hottest days of the year. They measured everything off and determined they would need two half circle sprinkler heads to cover the area of the peninsula that needed water for our future grassy knoll. Once they got that figured, they made two T’s where they would attach the sprinkler heads. Here’s Ron playing around with all the fun PVC piping that we have to make the whole system attach to our current irrigation system. After some playing around with fittings, he had it working. That brought us to eleven in the morning when it was approximately 130 degrees outside, give or take a few. Once it is over 90, it really all feels the same. I forgot to mention the 99% humidity. It also brought us to the end of this project for the day because Jason had run out of clean shirts. Next up will be to lay in the conduit for our electric and speaker wire. Who else is excited to get this project moving??? Anyone work in an office with air conditioning? Suddenly working outside isn’t so glamorous, right?
Iowa’s Power
About five years ago, we decided to name our holes. I had played another golf course who had named their holes and I really liked it. I casually mentioned it to my dad. Unbeknownst to me, he had basically named all of our holes in his head already. He started rattling off names that he thought were appropriate for the holes. It was so thrilling to me to hear all these names that had clearly been well thought out over several years spill from my dad’s lips. That winter, we sat down as a family and worked on naming the holes of the course. Each one’s name has some sort of meaning behind it. Today, I’m going to share with you the story behind number 13. It’s name is Iowa’s Power. It originated for two reasons. For about one week out of the year, the sun will hit the Principal Building downtown just right when you’re standing on this hole looking back at downtown Des Moines. The sun makes the Principal building light up like a pillar of light. It’s beautiful. It happens early in the morning as the sun is coming up for just a few short days out of the year. We have tried to catch it, but when it happens, a camera is never present. It’s striking, but I guess you’ll just have to trust me on it. Because of this, we kept tossing around the word power when naming number 13. Principal’s Power. Something along those lines. However, Principal’s Power wasn’t really doing it for us, so we moved on to naming other holes while we thought more on this name. Then, a certain group of golfers came to mind. They have played out here since we opened in 1973. A main stay. We have always loved to hear their stories about how they fought in World War II. Some were fighter pilots while others played the trumpet in the Army Band. They were good friends. To me, they define the beauty about golf. Every morning, they would meet for coffee and golf. It’s clockwork and friendship. All but just a few of them have passed away. There was Hoogie, Dean Chandler, Bill Spikes, Almo Contri, Ed Buckley, Chuck, Ray and others. We called them the Iowa Power group. Their friendship was spun at their place of work: Iowa Power and Light. That was the name of the local energy company before MidAmerican Energy took over. Without fail, we had two or three standing tee times every weekday for the Iowa Power group. When I was growing up, they were my favorite group. It was like having ten grandpas who shared stories. In college, I even wrote a paper about them. Most of them had their own cart, so you would see four carts per foursome in the early morning. As we thought about this special group who had seen Toad Valley grow through the years, we wanted to pay them tribute. After that, it was easy to come up with a name that was appropriate for number thirteen. Iowa’s Power. The power and beauty found in a building as well as in a friendship. How about you? Do you remember when MidAmerican was called Iowa Power and Light? I must admit, I think the only reason I remember is because of this wonderful group of men!
Six Degrees of Separation
At the end of June, our family has a big family reunion at my cousin’s farm. I love to be able to look across the sea of faces with a visible family tree. It seems like we meet a new relative or a person with some degree of separation every day at the golf course. We enjoy hearing the stories of how a golfer worked with my grandpa, Dale Brady, or my great-uncle Orie Brady. There is something charming about being so connected to a specific area of the country. Here’s a little family history for ya. No. There won’t be a test. I am the seventh generation of Bradys to live within a five mile radius of the golf course. The Bradys originally lived in the Carbondale area which doesn’t really exist anymore right around Pleasant Hill/Rising Sun area. If you drive along 6th Ave, there is a road that is named Carbondale. I don’t know enough to tell you why this little section of Iowa was marked as home to the Brady clan. It has just always been home. My great-grandpa, Dan Brady (not the Dan Brady many of you remember – he was my uncle named after his grandpa), was raised in the area and we have a whole line of Bradys that continue to live in this area who are descendants of Dan’s siblings. I can’t say that they didn’t think about leaving. My grandpa, Dale Brady, was born in Wyoming back in 1913. The family had packed up and decided to homestead in Wyoming. After they lost their newborn son, Kenneth, they decided to return back to Iowa where Dan’s family could help. Here’s a picture of them in Wyoming. Whenever my husband and I take a road trip with our three children in our minivan with built in entertainment, I always think about my ancestors traveling such a long distance with so many small children in tow. Here is a picture of them when all the kids were born (12 children were born, but 10 survived into adulthood). In 1925, my grandpa, Dale, married my grandma, Audrey. Although my grandpa passed away in 1983, my grandma is still living and visits the golf course daily to catch up on all the fun we are having. I live in the house that my grandpa built for my grandma back in 1965. Here they are in front of my house right after it was built. You can read more about grandpa’s history which is integral to the making of the golf course. They raised their family for most of their years in Altoona. Here is a picture of my dad’s family in their Altoona home. It has always been a family favorite. We have it hanging up at the golf course in our hallway of golf course history. If you know my uncle Steve, he still has that mischievous grin. Once all the boys married, the family grew into this: That group of eight people are who worked together to build Toad Valley. Back to the original story. So, all of these descendants of Dan & Kit Brady, plus descendants from Dan’s brother get together in June. We have loads of fun and there are always desserts piled high. Bradys have a serious sweet tooth. I thought it’d be fun to share some pictures of these descendants because chances are that at least one of our golfers is somehow related and/or knows of these people. This is going to blow your mind. First up, my sweet grandma, who is 97, is the only living member of her generation. All of the Brady children have passed away as well as all of their spouses. We’ll continue with my immediate family. Continuing on… Please keep in mind that my family has five living generations. My grandma has over 30 great-grandchildren and two great-great grandchildren. Moving along to my dad’s first cousins. Are you taking notes? I think that makes the baby my 8th cousin? How does that all work? Here’s proof that my family rocks. I asked my cousin-in-law (or whatever you call it) to give me some duck lips. He entertained me. No wonder he has been one of my dad’s good friends for many years. Next up is my aunt Nancy. She was part of the golf course until my brother and I (with our spouses) took over 9 years ago. It was a beautiful day in June. Not too hot. Most of the family spent their time outside enjoying the weather. Here’s a shot of first cousins catching up on what’s new. Some of the younger generation didn’t even know they had cousins. These little ladies had so much fun playing with each other! They didn’t know they were cousins until this day. So glad we could get that straightened out for them. After the family reunion, we had to go to the store to purchase a new frisbee. Here’s my son, Carson, who had forgotten how fun playing frisbee can be. Since then, we have logged many hours playing frisbee in our yard. We had a nice crowd and it was fun to get to meet new family members as well as catch up with others. I have to throw in the token shot of my son whose first name is Brady. We like to mix things up a little bit. No. His name isn’t Brady Brady. I got married and changed my last name. He’s pictured with his cousin, Carly. Here’s the big bunch of Bradys. I’m dying to know. Which one of our golfers is related to us and never knew it? Should I mention that we are related to the Millers, too. Basically, if you live in the eastern Polk region, we’re probably related. What can I say? We love cold AND hot humid weather.
Sawtooth Oak – Quercus Acutissima
If you recall, my dad, Tom, is our resident tree guy here at Toad Valley. Over the years, he has planted nearly every tree you will find on our golf course. He writes an article for the Iowa Woodland Owners Association. In it, he shares information about trees that we have on the golf course that are non-native to our region. Author: Tom Brady This is a reprint of an article I wrote for the Iowa Woodland Owners Association newsletter titled “Timber Talk.” The “Experts” stress the need to plant native species, but they also stress diversity. This column will deal with diversity and the trees covered will be native to the planet, but rare to Iowa. Sawtooth Oak – Quercus Acutissima Sawtooth Oak is native from the Himalayas to Japan. It is a broadly spreading tree reaching 50 feet in height and is nearly as wide. The leaves are peach-like with bristles. They turn a light tan to pale yellow in the late fall and often persist all winter. The bark is mottled, especially when young, and is gray-brown with lighter fissures. Very striking. The rounded, up to one-inch in size acorn is two-thirds covered by an unusual cap that is covered with thin loose scales. Imagine a burr oak with frills. A few commercial gardeners offer this tree. I grew mine from seed obtained at the Des Moines Botanical Center. In case you are wondering, the tree was on the grounds and not in the dome. There are several of these tress on the golf course. The biggest is at the north tip of the 5 tee “no mow.” The easiest to spot is in the row of trees paralleling the left pond off of number one’s tee along the cart path. It’s the tree that keeps its leaves all winter.
O’Donnell & Friends Open
This was the 20th year for the O’Donnell family to host their annual golf outing at our course. Their golf outing is cleverly called O’Donnell and Friends Open. What started out as a small family gathering has turned into a huge charity drive every year. The O’Donnells consist of Dan & Dee O’Donnell, their 10 children, spouses, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. It’s definitely a family affair. The day before their golf outing, the family came out to place a memorial bench in Dan O’Donnell, Sr.’s honor. Dan had passed away from a long battle with cancer last November. This would be their first time running the golf outing without him. It was a picture perfect morning. The day always begins with a flood of activity. The family meets up at the golf course at 5:30 a.m. Bringing along a truck and trailer filled with all their loot! Everyone sets to work. Here they are assembling this year’s sponsor sign. They have hundreds of sponsors who help to make their event successful. Every year a new charity is selected. This year’s charity was the Hospice of Central Iowa. It is where Dan spent his final days and the family was so thankful for all that was done for them. Every family member has a job. Their system is a well oiled machine and each person knows exactly what to do. One person places the pin prizes. Another person sets up the silent auction items on the holes. Auction items are throughout the course under tents with the item up for auction on display. As you can see, several of the family members work for the Des Moines Police department, so they get to use the DMPS golf car. We don’t kid around on this day when we say there is a marshal on the course. More people take all of the sponsor signs out on the course. They are a woodworking family, so they have created a display case that shows the 20 year history of the their tournament. It started as a family reunion. The following year, they raised money for the Lincoln High School cheerleading squad. They raised $1,500. Most importantly, they were bitten by the fundraising bug! Every year, they have us line up the carts in numerical order. They do this because they have a youth organization that brings the bags of the golfers to their respective carts. The selected youth organization receives donated money for their assistance with the morning bag duties. This year, they had the Valley cheerleading squad as helpers. The girls put the name of the golfer on the bag and then carry the heavy bag to the carts. It’s easier for the girls when they know the carts are in numerical order. It’s always fun to watch because I think sometimes the guys feel sorry for those poor girls who carry sometimes very heavy bags. They usually pitch in the help! This year, they had personalized flags at each hole which they later auctioned off. They were commemorating their 20th year as well as the memory of Dan O’Donnell, Sr. They also have flags that greet the golfers at the driveway as well as the practice green. Of course, the inside of the clubhouse is getting prepped, too. Donuts and coffee! You can’t forget hole 9 1/2. It’s at the putting green where golfers participate in a contest. Everything is set up by 7 a.m. because that’s when golfers begin to arrive and the whole golf course comes to life. They are greeted and thanked by the family. Old friends and new friends come together. Excited for this special day of the year. It’s like a golfer’s Christmas morning. Like clockwork, everyone is ready at their designated 8 a.m. start time. Jim always takes the microphone to greet the golfers. He explains how they are to “tell” on each other as there are awards for non-golfer behavior. In the past, Dan O’Donnell, Sr. had made these awards. This year, his son, Dennis O’Donnell picked up his father’s mantel and created the coveted awards. Like the Creative Score Keeping Award. They also have the take up another sport award and trophies for all of the pin prizes. Let’s not forget the trick shot award as well as the water shot. The tales of your golf and round are told to the entire audience before you get to receive your award. Bringing up the end of the pack are golfers who get the O’Reary Award. First place winners cannot win two years in a row, however, first place receive trophies, too. In fact, this year the foursome that won it, also won it last year. Jim simply said, “Good score, but we’re going to award the team that came in second.” Once Jim is done talking, I usually take over. As promised, however, this was a new year. Without Dan there to help, the oldest grandkids got their turn at the microphone. Here is Mike O’Donnell who is the oldest grandson of Dan and Dee and Dennis’ son. Followed up by, Mindy O’Donnell who is the oldest granddaughter of Dan and Dee as well as Jim’s oldest daughter. It was a beautiful day. Great golfing and fun was had by all. Golfers receive door prizes at the end of the tournament. Their names are on stickers that are then placed on their respective prizes. At the end of the day, they were able to raise $91,260 for the Hospice of Iowa/Kavanagh House here in Des Moines. What an accomplishment to an amazing family! Over the twenty years, they have been able to donate almost $800,000 for local charities. How about you? Does your family put together a charity drive? Ever play in the O’Donnell Open? It is held every year on the last Friday of June.