He’s Not Heavy, He’s My Brother.


© Russell G. Bell
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I use the line from the 1930's film Boy's Town to show the amount of love there was in the Bell family during the past two weeks.

The love started with my brother David who, as member of the Moose Lodge in Canandaigua, New York, organizes and orchestrates a golf tournament which benefits needy families in the area. Dave and the Moose Lodge collect money all year round. At Thanksgiving they provide dinner for needy families and at Christmas they provide clothes and toys to the needy children along with a Christmas dinner for the family.

Every year I travel the eighty miles form Syracuse to Canandaigua to join this golf tournament and I feel good that in a small way I am helping a child as well as bonding with my brothers.

This year the temperature and the humidity was in the nineties for the front nine of the golf tournament, while the back nine alternated between sprinkles and heavy downpour. I will admit the heat and humidity got the best of me and I had to sit out the last three holes of the tournament. As a side note, we did not win the tournament.

Two weeks later my brother Vernon from Georgia showed up on my doorstep; this was not unannounced and he was greeted with open arms. He arrived late enough in the day as to preclude playing golf until the following morning. He spent a week here in Syracuse before going on to Canandaigua for a couple of days. Every day he was here we played a different golf course and we had a wonderful time. My two brothers from Canandaigua came down on a Wednesday morning and we drove to the Robert Trent Jones course at Green Lakes State Park and had a wonderful time as a foursome. This course is one of R.T. Jones' first attempts at design and it's scary to think the man only got better!

Now it's important to remember that at 62 I am the baby of the family and all of my aches and pains are small compared to the trials and tribulations my older brothers are experiencing with their bodies. It is funny, however, that none of us will speak of our infirmities on the course and will carry on as if we were still teenagers. Of course, I am referring to teenagers that are mostly deaf (Vernon), partially deaf (me), unwilling to admit to a hearing problem (Jud and David). The aches and pains we have in common are just put down as age-related and are not worth mentioning as they would detract from our teenage "personas".

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