Thursday, October 07, 2010
When I wrote about Baseball last week, the floodgates opened and a lot of memories came rushing back. They were some of those sweet moments of childhood that remain dormant until just a word or phrase brings them all back. When I mentioned my brother playing baseball every chance he could get, I thought of the games he played, being at the baseball fields, and the way the summer sunsets looked and felt watching a night game. What I didn't remember until later was the love of Baseball was shared by my whole family. Most especially Granny, my great grandmother.
We grew up in Piqua, Ohio, (just about an hour or so north of Cincinnati) in the 1970's. Naturally, we were Cincinnati Reds fans. Granny would pronounce it "Cincinnatuh" Reds. Anytime we would go to her house, if there was a game on, she would be listening to it on her radio while she worked on her latest needlepoint project. Conversations would revolve around who was winning, how the Reds were doing that season, and all other things Baseball. (Truth be told, I only half listened. Granny had some cool stuff at her house to investigate!) But win or lose, Granny was always a loyal fan. Even into her 90's you could still find her listening to the radio on game nights.
Big Red Machine" They were unstoppable and we watched and listened as they hit their way into the history books. I remember many, many nights falling asleep listening to Joe Nuxhall and Marty Brennaman calling the game.
So with wave after wave of nostalgia coming over me last week I got busy and did what I do best. I took the cell phone cases and gadget pouches I introduced last week one stop further.
Coming next week: Kindle Cases!