THE BAD GOLFERS ASSOCIATION CHARITIES
The BGA Charities Fund was established in 2010. It is a vehicle, supported by Members of The BGA, to assist charities identified by BGA Members. Periodically, Members' golf day winnings, and other special events proceeds, are donated to the Fund.The Fund volunteer founding members were: Len Ciriello, Joe O'Lear (Deceased), George Lowell, John Rowan and Jim Remler.
THE BAD GOLFERS ASSOCIATION CHARITIES FUND - 2011
January - Central Ridge Boys and Girls Club $347.00
March - Blessings in a Backpack - $355.00
May - We Care Food Pantry Of Citrus County. $350.00
May - Citrus Hills Youth Golf Camp - Four Scholarships - $440.00
July - Daystar Tools for School - $530.00
September - Blessings in a Backpack - $350.00
October - Hospice Home, Worcester, MA - $100.00 In Loving Memory of Primo Tallarida.
November - Thanksgiving Feeding Alliance - $400.00
2011 TOTAL DONATIONS - $2,972.00
THE BAD GOLFERS ASSOCIATION CHARITIES FUND
Year-End Report 2010
Total 2010 Contributions - $3,110.00
CONTRIBUTIONS:
February - Smile Train $250.00
February - Backpack Blessings Program $350.00
February - Hospice $100.00
April - Daystar Life Center $350.00
April - Sunny Shores Sea Camp $100.00.
May - Summer Golf Camp Program at CHG&CC - $440.00
June - Salvation Army of Citrus County $200.00
July - Smile Train $100.00. This was "matching funds". Smile Train had a special for $100.00 they would provide the balance so another child would receive Cleft surgery.
August - Backpack Blessings Program $350.00
October - Salvation Army of Citrus County $240.00
October - St. Luke Children's Hospital - $100.00
November - Thanksgiving Food Alliance $300.00
December - Family Resource Center $230.00
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