In the late 40’s and early 50’s Max would take me to Wrigley Field with a portable radio. We would watch the ball game and listen to Bert Wilson broadcast the game at the same time. It was literally two different games.
On the field the batter would hit a high popup which an infielder would drift back on and slowly under, thumping his glove with his fist and make an easy catch. Meanwhile Bert would be screaming "a well hit ball high - it’s high -the wind is catching it - Jeffcoat is racing in to catch it - but - wait - Roy Smalley beats him to it and makes a wonderful diving catch."
For the folks at home his broadcast style certainly made the game far more enjoyable and he carried the excitement and joy of being at the park into the home. It also made for a lot of fun at the ball park.
About twelve years ago my grandson Dustin wrote me asking what I remember about Christmas when I was in first grade. This is my response to him. Continue reading ‘Christmas in First Grade’
Is there someone that has said or did something that greatly affected you? I have that someone. I have no idea what his name was and nothing else about him other than the story that follows. Continue reading ‘My Most Memorable Person’
Back in the 40’s my parents moved from Chicago, Illinois to Soperton, Wisconsin. This was indeed a shock. Chicago was a huge metropolitan area, with all of the trappings of a large urban city. Soperton was not even a real town. It was a tiny 4 street suburb of another small town Wabeno. In Chicago we had running water, bathrooms, public transportation, sidewalks, and such. There was little resemblance to that where we moved. Continue reading ‘Tears in the Wood Shed’
