February 2016 McCool Stuff

Wow, it has been awhile. How are you?

I just noticed that .COOL domains can be registered AND mc.cool is available. It costs $140 though. So, you can have the best domain on the entire internet and maybe run some business; rent vanity mail boxes (I will take travel@mc.cool) or some other creative endeavor.

What else is happening in your McCool world?

Write a comment or email story ideas to <mccool at usa dot com>.

eBay item: photo 1892, Lulu Wilson McCool, Huntingdon, Pennsylvania

Found a listing just now for a historical photo. Perhaps this is one of your ancestors. This would be a wonderful item to add to family history. Lulu Wilson McCool is wife of Alex McCool.



Badass of the Week: Finn McCool

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Finn McCool

A few years back I wrote about the mythical Irish warrior Cuchulainn and his adventures hurling sea monster bones at unsuspecting dumbshits, but honestly, any discussion regarding the great badasses of Ireland’s folklore has to mention the man believed by many to be the biggest, toughest, and most epic hero to ever grace the Emerald Isle with his size 47 shoes and unbelievably-foul temper – Finn McCool.

It all started back in the 3rd century AD.  Finn’s pops, a dude named Cumhaill, was a pretty badass warrior who served in an asskicking association of knights and soldiers known as the Fianna.  Well one day Cumhaill decided he wanted to marry the daughter of a powerful, high-ranking Druid, so the Druid responded to this request by giving Cumhaill the finger and whacking him in the crunch really hard with a shillelagh.  Cumhaill, being the fearless, face-wrecking hardass that he was, wasn’t going to be dissuaded by something as pathetic as a bone-shattering cudgel blow to the family jewels, so he busted into the Druid’s house in the middle of the night, grabbed the girl, and carried her off into the darkness.  In my research I wasn’t able to determine whether or not the blushing bride was a willing participant in this home invasion / eloping, but I suppose that when you’re dealing with medieval marriages this is really only a minor detail.



Unfortunately for poor Cumhaill, the Druid was in tight with the High King of Ireland – a guy who went by the moniker Conn of the Hundred Battles – and the bride-stealing Irishman would soon discover that it’s never a good idea to step to a guy who has a badass epithet describing how many different military engagements he’s somehow managed to survive.  Conn expelled Cumhaill from the Fianna, declared him an outlaw, and sent the fearsome, unstoppable brotherhood of knights out to capture and kill their former member.  The commander of the Fianna personally tracked Cumhaill down, kicked him head-first into a ditch, and promptly introduced his skull to the pointy end of a lance a few dozen times.

Even though Cumhaill had been successfully killed the hell out of, there was still a little bit of a problem.  You see, not long after the absconded Druish princess returned home, it sbecame obvious that she had contracted a rather noticeable case of pregnancy.  Her dad, being the virtuous religious leader that he was, concluded that the only possible way of resolving this unfortunate situation was to tie the poor girl to a stake and set her on fire until she died from it.  Conn of the Hundred Battles disapproved of the daughter-torching idea for some strange reason, issued an order of protection, and when the baby was born he had the kid sent off to live with a couple crazy-ass warrior women in the middle of the woods somewhere.

Young Finn McCool (who, by the way, is also known as Fionn Mac Cumhaill – I of course chose this spelling because it is probably one of the most awesome names ever) spend his formative years growing up in a magical forest surrounded by insane man-eating monsters and being trained in the arts of war and hunting by his face-melting Druid priestess aunt and her best friend, the blademistress Liath Luachra.  As you can imagine by his slightly-unorthodox childhood, Finn had a bunch of weird adventures growing up.  Like one time, he saw some chick crying tears of blood because her kid was slain by a badass warrior from the Fianna, so of course Finn McCool went out there, snapped the guy in half with his bare hands, and stole all of his treasure.  Another time he helped a wise and powerful sage catch the Salmon of Wisdom, a magical fish that granted the gift of supreme intelligence to the first person that ate it (as a bizarre side note, the Salmon of Wisdom got its interesting powers super-geniusness by eating the Nuts of Wisdom.  There’s no mention of where the nuts came from, but I kind of love the fact that there’s such a thing as the mythological nuts of wisdom.)  Finn was cooking this crazy thing, but burned his finger on it, and when he instinctively put his thumb in his mouth to soothe the flesh-searing agony, the crazy powers of brilliance transferred from the magic salmon to him.  From that point on, Finn McCool was able to divine the correct solution to any question simply by sticking his thumb in his mouth.  It was like his entire finger became a fleshy magic eight ball.



So not only was Finn McCool as super mecha mastermind capable of calculating the rotation of the Earth down to the nearest degree per minute simply by quickly jamming his thumb in his mouth, but he was also a tough-as-hell giant who stomped balls all across the Emerald Isle.  When this guy grew up, he decided he wanted to restore honor to his family name and prove himself as a shit-wrecking destroyer of faces who exploded the brains of anyone foolish enough to stand within two hundred yards of his sword arm, so we went out to the capital, Tara, and decided to save the town from a badass monster known as Aillen the Burner.

Aillen was kind of like a 3rd century Irish version of Trogdor the Dragon-Man.  Once a year, this bastard-faced demon crawled his way out of the horrible depths of the underworld, wailed out a flaming solo on his harp so powerful that it put everybody to sleep, and then burninated the town into cinders.  Well Finn decided to put an end to that shit like quick. He visited the town, kept himself awake through the harp-playing by stabbing himself in the face repeatedly with his own poisoned spear, and then ran out to confront Aillen the Burner as soon as the creature appeared.  Aillen tried to breathe a huge fireball onto Finn, but the Irish giant smothered the flame by throwing his cloak over the demon’s head and sucker-punching him in the chops.  The pyromaniacal monster, displeased by this unforeseen turn of events, turned around and started running full-speed away from the crazy face-smashing Celt with a bad attitude.  Well, Finn wasn’t going to let this medieval terrorist-monster get away with nothing more than the old “coat-over-the-head, punch-in-the-face” routine, so he took two steps towards the fleeing beast, hucked his spear at it, and impaled it from long range with enough force to puncture concrete.  Then he casually walked over and kicked it in the head until it died.

After witnessing this pretty righteous display of badassery, the High King of Ireland (Conn’s grandson) immediately promoted Finn to commander-in-chief of the Fianna.  Finn was pretty pumped up about bouncing the man who killed his father out of his prestigious position, and would go on to lead the Fianna to victory in tons of battles against everything from Viking marauders to armies of goblins from the underworld.



The Fianna were pretty awesome, if you ask me.  These powerful, head-cleaving knights were independent contractors under the nominal command of the King, sort of like Blackwater with huge beards and battle axes, and they did whatever they wanted to whoever they wanted whenever the hell they felt like it.  These guys spent their summers hunting and camping out in the wilderness, and then their winters chilling with the king and eating giant hocks of beef and pork.  They carried the fabled Weapons of the Gods, were pretty much unbeatable in combat against even the most battle-hardened ass-kickers, and they were all capable of pounding enough Guiness and whiskey to send most normal men into a coma. Of course, when you’ve got an organization like this you can’t just go around letting any idiot with a sword into your frat, and the Fianna had a pretty insane entrance examination.  For starters, you would be buried in a waist-deep hole armed only with a shield, and you had to defend yourself while nine berserkers attacked you relentlessly with spears.  If you were wounded in the melee, you were sent packing.  If you somehow survived the pointy onslaught, you were set loose in the forest, and had to escape while the rest of the knights of the Fianna tried to hunt you down like an animal.  If you were caught, stepped on a branch, or messed up your hair, you were expelled (these guys took their hair VERY seriously.)  If you succeeded, you were rewarded by being sent off to battle against a bunch of gnarly otherworldly monsters.



As commander of this Order of Assbeatery, Finn went on a bunch of crazy adventures all across Eire.  He defended his homeland from invaders several times, had a bunch of crazy parties, killed his own nephew in an argument over a babe, owned a pair of totally sweet battle dogs, and married a goddess who could turn into a deer.  According to some legends, he also defeated the Celtic God of War in single combat by pummeling him senseless with a car battery, and you have to think that defeating the Irish equivalent of Ares is an accomplishment you really can’t take lightly.  Another story claims that he created the Giant’s Causeway by throwing a bunch of rocks from Ireland to Scotland so that he could fistfight another giant over there, and in a similar geography-related incident he also created the Isle of Man by trying to hurl a giant chunk of Ireland at a guy who was pissing him off.  Finn just didn’t give a shit.

All good things must come to an end, however, and for Finn McCool, that end came in the form of a story now known as “The Violent Death of Finn”.  It seems that over the years, McCool let all the praise go to his head and kind of turned into a total jackass.  The King turned several members of the Fianna against him, and at the Battle of Gabhair he was jumped by a bunch of jackasses and murdered exceedingly.  The Fianna was then disbanded, because without Finn they were substantially less interesting.  Finn’s grandson went on to write a bunch of epic poems about him and party with Saint Patrick, which is pretty sweet, and nowadays McCool’s sweet name lives on in that he has a bunch of eccentric Irish pubs named after him.


The Giant’s Causeway.


Tommy McCoole – artist

Most of you know Tommy McCoole from his responses in the comment section of the post about my visit to the McCool homestead in Northern Ireland.

Two of our most treasured items from Northern Ireland are two prints given to us by Tommy.

Here are the prints are mounted above our mantel.

Tommy McCoole artwork

Tommy McCoole artwork

Tommy’s artwork (and bio) can be viewed at TMcCooleArt.com.

McCool Crescent and McCool Street, Crossfield Alberta

I saw a mention (on Foursquare) on someone at McCool Crescent in Crossfield, Alberta. Checking out Google maps, I was able to zoom in on the street sign at the intersection of McCool Street and McCool Crescent. Neat! I would like to visit that area some time or get a nice photo (anyone?). Why is McCool prominent in this area? I know that Tara McCool is a news personality in Calgary.

McCool’s Ferry Road, South Carolina

I have this romantic notion that when I visit places my ancestors lived, that I will get some divine inspiration or understanding. It has been fun visiting these places but I certainly have not uncovered or learned anything special.

This past April, I took a road trip through South Carolina and visited McCool Ferry’s Road, near Chester SC. If you want to visit, take highway 9 west from Chester, turn left on State Road 535 (Roy Wade Road/Wood’s Ferry Road), then turn right on Worthy’s Ferry Road. Continue about 5 miles to the end of McCool’s Ferry Road. Google (the above link) provides a very good map and one street view (nice!).

The McCool ferry was operated by Adam McCool through the early 1800s. It was located on the Broad River, which you can see on the Google map. This area is part of the Sumter National Forest and is fairly remote.

The above image is from my iPhone GPS program. The smaller road (Wood Duck Road/McCool’s Ferry Road) was gated. I was able to drive to the end of the main McCool’s Ferry Road.

There is one very rough road, unmarked by GPS, ungated but with a Closed to Vehicles sign. I did not explore on foot because it was remote, late in the day, I was alone, and had a rental car. I suspect that this unmarked road goes to the river. Hopefully I will get back to the area and learn McCool history–but I wanted to share this little bit.

Here are some photos I took along the road (click on each to open a super large version):

This is where Wood Duck Road ends and McCool’s Ferry Road begins (my car just came from McCool’s Ferry Road). To the right of the car is the gated road (a public dove field) and the other road is a forest service road.

McCool's Ferry Road looks mostly like this. It is dirt but easy to drive.

This is the unmarked rough road, that probably leads to the river.

Near the end of McCool's Ferry Road

McCool’s Bar and Grill, Chandler, Arizona

I just learned about McCool’s Bar and Grill, Chandler, Arizona: http://www.mccoolsbarandgrill.com/. Love the neon sign (under Pictures).

Delta State University’s Horace L. McCool


CLEVELAND, March 24 — Delta State University issued the following news release:

The football field stands silent today at Delta State University, as the school mourns the passing of a true Delta legend, Coach Horace McCool. McCool passed away on Tuesday, March 23, at Bolivar Medical Center. He was 81 years old.

Visitation is set for Friday, March 26 from 6-8 p.m. at Ray Funeral Home in Cleveland, and again on Saturday, March 27, from noon-2:30 p.m. at Cleveland’s First Baptist Church. Funeral services will follow at 2:30 p.m.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to the Horace L. McCool Facilities Fund at the Delta State University Foundation. Donations may be sent to DSU Box 3141, Cleveland, MS 38733.

“We are deeply saddened by the loss of Coach Horace McCool,” Jeremy McClain, director of athletics stated. “In his 13 year career as head football coach at Delta State; he ushered in an era of success on the gridiron never before seen at DSU. As an administrator, his effort to bring back women’s basketball and lead our entire program into an ever changing world was not only visionary, but exemplary.”

McCool was truly one of a kind. A master motivator, he directed the Statesmen football program for 13 seasons before moving into administration. His legacy stretches beyond the gridiron and into the hallowed halls of Sillers Coliseum and beyond to the very campus here at Delta State.

“In my years as athletic director, I enjoyed my close relationship and friendship with Coach McCool,” Coach Dave “Boo” Ferriss stated. “I enjoyed watching his successful teams and I consider him one of the all-time greats of college football in our state. He will be long remembered for the outstanding service he rendered the university in his various capacities.”

Horace McCool served as the head football coach of the Delta State Statesmen from 1961-1973. Over the span of those 13 seasons, the Boyle, Miss., native recorded 76 wins, 48 losses and three ties. From 1961 to 1966, McCool’s teams reeled off six-straight winning seasons and an outstanding 41-15 record. His 76 wins still stand as the all-time record for a head football coach at Delta State and he still holds the distinction of being the only coach in Statesmen history to have six-consecutive winning seasons.

McCool coached 17 All-Americans at Delta State and helped develop several professional players, including Jack Gregory, an All-Pro defensive end with the New York Giants.

“Coach McCool always knew what to say and when to say it,” Ned Mitchell, a former Statesmen football player and past president of the Alumni Association, stated: “His halftime speeches were legendary. He got you so ready to play that you would run through a brick wall for him. He was always doing something to keep you focused on the task at hand, but not so serious that it wasn’t fun. I’m going to miss him.”

Prior to becoming head coach at Delta State, he served as an assistant coach with the Statesmen under legendary Head Coach Gene Chadwick for two years before being named head coach in 1961.

McCool also proved to be an outstanding leader, directing the University’s athletic programs as Director of Athletics from 1967 to 1977. He became Delta State’s first fulltime Athletics Director in January of 1974.

During McCool’s tenure, the Statesmen and Lady Statesmen enjoyed unparalleled successes on the field and in the classroom. McCool led the charge to reinstate women’s basketball at Delta State and watched as legendary head coach Margaret Wade directed the Lady Statesmen basketball team to three-straight national championships in the mid-70’s.

He was a major figure in the formation of the Gulf South Conference in 1971. Although the league was formed just prior to the 1971 football season, McCool pushed for championships to be declared in all sports during the initial year. At that time, the GSC was a 10-member league with universities in Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana and Tennessee. Almost 40 years later, Delta State Athletics stands as the measure of success in the 15-team, six-state league with nine national titles and 38 conference championships.

After spending 25 years serving the Department of Athletics as a coach and administrator, McCool resigned as Director of Athletics in the spring of 1978. He went on to serve the University as Physical Plant Director for several more years.

McCool’s first coaching experience came in the Mississippi Junior College Conference as he served as an assistant coach at Itawamba Junior College and then as head coach at Northeast JC and Holmes JC. He gained national recognition when he was on the coaching staff of the National Junior College All-American game in Albuquerque, N.M., and the All-America High School games at Hershey, Pa., and Miami, Fla.

McCool played two seasons for legendary Ole Miss Coach Johnny Vaught from 1948-49 and also played baseball for the Rebels in 1949. He then transferred to Memphis State for the 1950 season before joining the United States Army during the Korean War. While in the service, he played one season for Ft. Jackson in South Carolina, a team which went 16-1 and lost to Carswell Air Force Base in the National Service Championship game. Following his time in the service, McCool transferred to Delta State. He would receive his bachelor’s degree in education from Delta State in 1952. Two-years later, he received his master’s degree in education from the University of Mississippi.

Prior to enrolling at Ole Miss, McCool was an outstanding prep player at Belzoni High School from 1944 to 1947.

McCool is a charter member of the Delta State Athletic Hall of Fame. In 1978, Delta State presented the long-time coach and administrator with the McHardy Service Award, and in 1997 the American Football Foundation presented McCool with the prestigious Johnny Vaught Lifetime Achievement Award.

He was a past member of the National Football Coaches Association, the National Athletic Directors Association, the Mississippi Education Association, the National Education Association, the Red Red Rose (Mississippi Chapter), Phi Delta Kappa and the Cleveland First Baptist Church.

Delta State University recognized Horace L. McCool by naming the stadium at Travis E. Parker Field in his honor. Through a Board of Trustees of State Institutions of Higher Learning resolution, the name of Delta State’s football facility became Travis E. Parker Field at Horace L. McCool Stadium on Saturday, Oct. 6, 2007. In true McCool fashion, after speaking to the team before the game, Delta State went on to rout Arkansas Tech, 43-14, before 7.254 fans.

During a press conference on Friday, Oct. 5, 2007, McCool said, “I am honored beyond words. Delta State has always been such an important part of my life and for over 30 years I have called it home. I want to thank the University, President Dr. John Hilpert, Jeremy McClain and all of the former assistant coaches and players who made this possible.”

McCool was preceded in death by his wife, Barbara Bole of Shaw. The couple has three children, one daughter Memorie Naron of Cleveland, and two sons, Mike McCool of Jacksonville, Fla., and Scott McCool of Houston, Texas. The McCool’s are the grandparents of seven grandchildren and one great-grandchild. For more information please contact: Sarabjit Jagirdar, Email:- htsyndication@hindustantimes.com

Win a Finn McCool book

Win a copy of Finn McCool and the Great Fish by Eve Bunting. Just leave a comment about a fave St. Patrick’s Day memory at this website, before Feb 27, 2010.


FINN – legend of Finn McCool

Just found out about a production opening in New York City on March 4, 2010.