By Gary Land
An anecdotal heritage of America’s hobby from the Thirties to the Nineteen Nineties, Growing Up with Baseball indicates us the way it was once watched, performed, and lived now not by way of star athletes and multimillionaire vendors yet via daily humans. A missionary’s son learns to learn by means of evaluating the activities experiences in Time Magazine with Mel Allen’s saying over military Radio; a tender lady reaches puberty at nearly an analogous time that the crimson Sox get their “impossible dream” pennant; boys assemble by means of day to play ball on an outdated Pittsburgh tennis courtroom, then camp there at evening whereas hearing the Pirates at the radio; a tender guy encounters the Fogarty brothers, of Credence Clearwater Revival, at the sandlots of Berkeley.
Here are the moments of younger innocence and coming of age in the United States, from the large leagues to the yard to the tabletop video game and baseball solitaire, all narrated with the heat and spirit which are a part of baseball’s enduring charm.
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Having married early, she had never ﬁnished high school and decided that she would enroll at Cocoa High School to complete her secondary education. My parents, along with a number of others in the Titusville area, worked out a deal with Kathryn to haul a carload of kids to the Cocoa parochial school each day. The little pea-green, four-door Chevy was loaded to the gills with eight kids. I still vividly recall the sardine effect in the back, ﬁlled with four on the seat and two sitting on little canvas folding stools.
So, even though I was diving into baseball in what was only Jackie Robinson’s fourth season, I never saw him as black. He was the second baseman for the Dodgers, Don Newcombe was their ace, Roy Campanella was the best catcher in the league, and they always killed the Pirates. Similarly, Larry Doby played center ﬁeld for the Indians, Luke Easter and Al Rosen anchored ﬁrst and third, Bobby Avila looked good at second, and Cleveland was tough. That was it—no controversy, no trauma, no anything. 0pt PgVar ——— Normal Page PgEnds: TEX , (39) 40 Jan Finkel early 1950s were all about race.
0pt PgVar ——— Normal Page PgEnds: TEX , (29) 30 Michael V. Miranda It was a thrill to play alongside him and to experience his love for the game as he played it—always talking to his teammates and at his opponents, sliding hard to break up double plays, showing disgust with himself when he failed to come through in clutch situations. Doc, though, impressed me more. A real doctor, the only one I had ever seen outside of a medical ofﬁce, was the shortstop. That September I started college. Academic requirements, the need to have a job to pay school expenses, and the fact that City College’s baseball team practiced a long subway ride from the downtown location of my classes prevented baseball from ﬁtting into my life.