Mom and Baseball

“You’re missing the world series, Mom!”

She and my dad devoted a lot of hours to watching baseball on television the last few years. Sometimes they would watch two games in one day. Back in the sixties, she was a big Cardinals fan, so I’m sure she would have been rooting for them to beat the Red Sox.

Back then, the Cardinals were the nearest team. There was no team in Kansas City. We would listen to the games on a portable radio as we weeded the vegetable garden. I remember the names still; Ken Boyer, Bob Gibson and Orlando Cepeda. There was Dick Groat, Ray Sadecki, Steve Carlton and Lou Brock. Stolen bases, amazing pitching and big hitters. What a great and memorable team.

Mom liked baseball at all levels. My sisters played on little league teams and Mom sat in the stands scoring the hits, plays and errors in the tiny boxes of the score sheet.

Gail and a favorite activity

Gail and a Favorite Activity

She became a Cubs fan in the last five years of her life. They could get all the Chicago games on cable. After Dad’s death, she still watched the games but missed discussing the players with him and complaining about the umpires.

My sister Karen started taking her to see the summer collegiate games in El Dorado. Despite the beastly heat, they cheered the young players on and made a family outing of it with Mom’s sister, CJ, and another daughter, Cindy participating and assorted grandchildren or great-grandchildren. A baseball fan to the end.

Photo by Karen Kolavalli

Gail Martin (in cap) and Her Sister

Mom and Old Bricks

I never know when something will remind me of Mom. There I was touring the historic district in Savannah, when I stopped in the street to take a photo. “You’re going to get run over,” my husband said. Luckily I wasn’t flattened by a passing auto, but it was important for me to capture this brick in a photo.

Mom loved old bricks and found unique ones around Kansas that found a new home in her flower beds. I think her interest dated back to her research on the McGhee, Vining and Tower families in Tyro, Kansas in the early 1900s. Besides the glass factory where her father worked as a young man, Tyro had a thriving brick factory.

An old brick in the street in Savannah, Georgia

An old brick in the street in Savannah, Georgia

You can read Mom’s article about the Tyro Bricks online at the Our Echo website.