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McDonough Park Fields Get New Turf Thanks to Eagle Scout Project

Christopher DiSilvio and his crew sit on the bench they installed at the ballfield at McDonough Park. Credits: Joseph DiSilvio
The crew of volunteers lays down the artificial turf. Credits: Joseph DiSilvio

MAHOPAC, N.Y.— Eagle Scout candidate Christopher DiSilvio, 16, of Mahopac Troop 1, completed his project last month when he constructed a two-row bench and installed artificial turf on the east end of the baseball field at McDonough Park.

“My project is to place artificial turf at McDonough Park,” DiSilvio told the Town Board last fall when he presented them with the project. “It’s about a 300- square-foot area. I will remove the existing grass and dirt and it will be taken by the Recreation and Parks Department to be used as needed.”

Once the area was clear, DiSilvio filled the land with road sweepings donated by the town Highway Department, added a weed barrier, and then rolled out artificial turf donated by the Mahopac Sports Association.

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DiSilvio raised money through bake sales, raffles and car washes and a fundraising dinner to pay for the project.

During the presentation, Supervisor Ken Schmitt told DiSilvio that it sounded like a great idea.

“It sounds like a great project and will really benefit the Rec and Parks Department and the visitors to the park,” Schmitt said.

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