Take me out to the ball game…

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I admit it, okay?  I’m a fair weather fan when it comes to the Cubbies.  I haven’t watched them consistently since I met my life partner–A Sox fan–in 1980.  In Chicago, marrying a southsider fan when you were a northsider fan was akin to marrying outside your ethnicity or religion.  Another reason for my family to be suspicious of my guy.

When we were kids in our tiny town and met someone new the first things we’d ask were: “What church you go to?” It seemed almost everyone went to church in our little town and you were either a Lutheran, Catholic or Congregational. It was such a strong allegiance we had with our churches that you don’t much see nowadays.

The second question was, “You live in town, on a farm or in the country?”  Proximity was important when bike riding, walking or running was the mode of transport since everyone was a one car family.

The third question.  “You a Cubs fan or a Sox fan?”  Honestly, as I sit here, I can scarcely remember a single Sox fan when I was a kid. I’m sure there were some, but, there you have it.  Most just loved the ball club from the Northside.

Nearly every single day during summer the game was being called either on televisions or on radios because back in those days there were no lights at Wrigley.  You could hear Vince and Lou on WGN radio or Jack Brickhouse on channel 9 wafting through screen doors and windows on hot summer breezes.  “HEY HEY!”

And sometimes, which I didn’t quite get, a dad or two and some of the boys would have their transistor radios tuned to Vince and Lou and their television sound turned off.  I loved Jack Brickhouse so much, that even now when I pay tribute at his statue outside the WGN building in Chicago, I get teary.  In fact, I’m teary NOW!  I guess not everyone thought he was the best caller, but for me, he was the voice of the Cubs and my childhood.

I admit also, that I’m a bad baseball watcher.  I’m loud and obnoxious, and I’m not normally like this.  The truth is, I call the game better anyhow, I do!  Turn down the television and let me do it, for goodness sake.

“Strike!”

“Take it standing there lookin’ why dontcha?”

“Watch, he’s gonna get picked off at first…”

“Just keep pitching them high and outside, because that ump sees that as a strike.”

“Jerk”

“Oh man, he’s due.”

“Make him be a batter.”  

“Nice, now straighten it out.”  

And the best. “NO WAY, IT’S OUTTA THERE!  HOLY CATS! DID YOU SEE THAT?”

And if we win? Silence.  I’m struck dumb.

In this the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.  My sweet, soft spoken father was a total maniac during sports games.  At home, we were watching the ’69 Cubbies playing the Mets (and you know how that ended) and my dad took off his shoe, threw it into the fireplace just as our dog was walking by. The dog lived with a yelp, and the Cubbies lost.

Dad in the bleachers at Wrigley, taking off his glasses and extending them to the Ump at the plate since obviously he needed them more than my dad.  Slamming his foot down on the bleacher in front of us and other shows of irritation that will remain a secret. Forever.

Twinsie and I would work on our tans, and pray for an infield homerun from Don Kessinger that would make the world louder than anyone thought possible. In the 70s we’d try to catch Jose Cardinal’s eye.  Wink.

And we’d share a foot long weenie with relish.  Very un-Chicago, but there you have it.  We were from the country anyhow.

And who can forget Ernie Banks, Ron Santo, Billy Williams, Don Kingman, Glenn Beckert, Greg Maddox, Fergie Jenkins, Ryne Sandberg, Rick Sutcliffe, Mark Prior… and all the players through the years whose names everyone is screaming right now because I didn’t put them on here, but I have only so much space, so hollar them out!

Them were the days.

But they are nothing compared to the epicness of tonight and this past week.  Winning the division at Wrigley against (my second favorite team) the Cards, with all my moaning and groaning and calling plays, I sat there in complete silence with my hands up in the air.  In all the years, with the voices of Vince, Lou, Jack, Harry and Ron in my ears, we’d done it.  The curse was over for at least this one day.

My friend wrote to me, “Hey, B-girl, is hell freezing over?”  And I wrote: “Sure is, and I hear they’re eating goat.”

Tonight it is the mighty match of 1969 in 2015 (Hey, Marty!) With ballplayers so young, so damned good, and so excited to play ball they don’t care about what happened then, because they have today. And more important?  They have each other’s backs. This week we will see if these young Cubbies will end the pain that so many of us have from that series in ’69, and we, who remember, will call the game, and then sit in silence, hands up in the air.  “Hey, Hey!  HOLY COW!” voices echoing from the past heard inside our heads.

Shhhh.  There’s a lot of ball yet to be played. Tamp down the hope, be realistic, but, like every year, hold on to the dream.

I’m a Cubs fan after all, yet still, I can’t stop humming, “Go Cubs Go”…

Go Cubs Go

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Bound for the trash

At the Old Folks Place (OFP) we are up and down the halls to the trash room and back as we help Daddio go through all the things he and Hedy have accumulated that they no longer want or need.

In the trash room, people can put unwanted household items–chairs, curtains, small appliances, dishes and the like and anyone may take from the pile as they have the need.

In our late night trips to and fro, we have left lots of good stuff that dad and Hedy just didn’t need anymore.

It was fun to watch these things disappear knowing someone else was enjoying them, and we’d report back to dad “Someone took the recliner, curtains, or the coffee pot!” and we’d all smile. It feels good to know that these things are useful to others.

One night in January during what NJ calls a blizzard (pfft) we padded down in our slippers pushing our little cart filled with whatnots to give away. When we got there we found this little mid century gem. The upholstery was in fairly good shape, but the foam cushions were crumbling so much that they leaked the dusty white crumbs. It needed work, but I loved the clean lines, and the craftsmanship was incredible. We nabbed it and took it to dad’s storage area to bring home on one of our trips.

For six months it sat there, on our April visit we had Rick with us so we couldn’t cart it home that time, and finally in July, we carefully tucked it into the car, putting the leaky cushions in large plastic bags, and off we went.

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For the months since I’d first laid eyes on it, I knew I’d just restore the teak wood. It was worn, but nothing that Restor-a-finish couldn’t handle. The cushions were another thing. Off to the upholsterer they went, and for a sweet 80 bucks they were as good as new. The upholsterer recommended just gently cleaning the tweed fabric, because for its age, about 60 years, it was in excellent condition.

I just couldn’t love the final product more.  There’s something about bringing back to life a piece of furniture that had been well loved all those years, just needed some special care. I like to think of the people who sat in it, the people who bought it brand new. The life it’s had. And now it begins anew.

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And the Award goes to…

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I went to my blog stats for the first time in almost a month and was shocked to see that people stopped in everyday to read, yet I’ve not written a thing since Are you my Mother? 

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How wonderful to discover while I was away juggling, that I’d been nominated by a lovely fellow blogger, Ellie, for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award.  I am honored and thank her so much for thinking of me.  Please check out her amazing blog by clicking on her name or going to newcreationsministries.wordpress.com 

I find these types of awards a wonderful way to share more of my blogging friends’ blogs, and honestly they make me feel just a bit shy, but I want to accept this one and nominate others so you can read their blogs, too. If you do nothing, please, please check out these blogs.

Here are the simple rules for participating:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you, linking back to their site.
2. Put the award logo on your blog.
3. Answer the ten questions sent to you.
4. Nominate ten blogs, notify them.

Here are Ellie’s questions for me:

Would you rather win an Oscar, Pulitzer, Nobel or other award? Why? (Ellie, this is technically two questions, just sayin’.)

Quite honestly, I am not an award kind of girl.  I think I just would like to write something that will be remembered, that will earn a place in my readers’ hearts. I’m no fun at the award thing.  Pooh.

What would be your dream job?

I feel that all the jobs I’ve had have fulfilled something deeply in me, and I’m grateful, but for sometime in the future, I would love a job where I could bring Eugene with me.  That’s what I pray for, I hate leaving him everyday.

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This the look I get when I leave for work. Pathetic.

 

What characteristics describe your husband, or significant other (or wife, in my friend’s Mike’s case)?

Honesty, grace, funny, interesting, earnest, loving, softie, loves love stories, hunky, faithful, courageous, provider, strength…  Hmm.  I need more space to list everything.

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What’s your favorite place to vacation?

Anywhere with my guy, but if it’s by a body of water, it’s even better. With our besties?  Even better!!!

With my twinse and me?  Shut up, it’s awesome. It’s not the place, it’s the people, people!

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What’s your greatest skill? 

The ability to make order from chaos.

What was your first car?

Blue ’62 Chevy with no radio and no heat, but it could pack in like 20 high school kids at lunchtime and cart us to the local burger joint in the small town we grew up in (before seatbelt laws, natch.)

What were you like in high school?

I was an energetic, cheerleading, sensitive dreamer. 

Have you met a celebrity?  Who? (Another two-fer)

When we were on Maui, we were eating at Roy’s and I went to use the restroom.  There in the middle of the restaurant was a table filled with a bunch of people, including little kids who were scattered about.  In the midst was a man who looked like Rob Reiner, but he looked much thinner.

When I got back to our table after they had left, I told my hubby and he wouldn’t believe me!  Then, we saw a copy of People Magazine, and it showed Rob Reiner and an article on his weight loss. Neeener neener to my hubby.  That’s the closest I’ve come, I think, aside from Jack NIcklaus at the Western Open in 1981.  Be still my heart.

Have you been on television?

This would be my biggest nightmare.  I choose writing for the anonymity and control of it, but there was once a show that featured the chocolate shop where I work, and I was briefly shown boxing some chocolates.  

What historical person would you like to invite to dinner?

Jesus.  I’d love to wash his feet with my essential oils, make him a lovely meal, and have a good long chat.

My nominees are:

Sandy, my favorite gal blogger buddy, at http://foundthispaintedthat.com/  She’s found it and she’s painted it and she will inspire you!

Laurie We B Late at http://laurieoconnorstephans.com My ironic, funny writing friend.

My brave, beautiful niece, Laura at seekingthestill.com

Jan at http://cookbookexperiment.com My sweet cuzzie can cook.

Elin Janne at elinjanne.com Eline’s blog is worth the looksee with her amazing photography and journaling.

Monika (or Sam, whomever shows up at the computer) at tailsaroundtheranch.wordpress.com Compassionate companions.

Mike (even though he’s a man, his blog, life, and friendship are so inspirational that I need to nominate him for an award so that if you happen upon this blog, you will at least read his!) at http://mikebcblog.com/

Daphne at grievinggumdrops.com Daphne’s blog is poignant and beautiful and all about sorrow, faith and character.

Elaine at http://thehometownrookie.blogspot.com Read all her “rookie” blogs.  Just so much inspiration packed into a little Jewish ball of fire.

And Blogger newbie Wendy, who is just starting on her journey in blogland.  https://constructiveconflict.wordpress.com/

And that’s a wrap.