Congratulations to the Chicago Cubs on their joyous win over the Indians. This writer holds a strong connection to the Indians from a player standpoint. But, that's another story for another day. And, one of those connections was playing short stop the day I was born. Since then, the tribe has had other connections with our family.
But, Mom grew up with major league players sitting at their table for dinner and it was a special ball player that taught mom how to clean quail. Preacher Roe was a regular hanging out with my grandfather. He was one of the fabled "Boys of Summer" who pitched for the Brooklyn Dodgers. Mom was a life-long Dodgers fan.
Now you know why that post of November 1 until today was just a blank. It was a tribute to Preacher Roe who died on November 9th, 2008 at the age of 93. He was born in Ash Flat, Arkansas and lived just across the Missouri line in a little town I'm still trying to understand. Mom, however, had related the story to me many times over the years. She understood it but I am still trying to piece it all together. Still, he was a loyal friend to the household that was my grandfathers. My grandfather had been a US Marshall. He respected Preacher enough to go quail hunting with him many times. Over the course of mom growing up as the baby of the family Preacher was a visitor for dinner many times over. So, baseball runs in deep in the heart of this family from the players that have visited with us.
But, Mom grew up with major league players sitting at their table for dinner and it was a special ball player that taught mom how to clean quail. Preacher Roe was a regular hanging out with my grandfather. He was one of the fabled "Boys of Summer" who pitched for the Brooklyn Dodgers. Mom was a life-long Dodgers fan.
Now you know why that post of November 1 until today was just a blank. It was a tribute to Preacher Roe who died on November 9th, 2008 at the age of 93. He was born in Ash Flat, Arkansas and lived just across the Missouri line in a little town I'm still trying to understand. Mom, however, had related the story to me many times over the years. She understood it but I am still trying to piece it all together. Still, he was a loyal friend to the household that was my grandfathers. My grandfather had been a US Marshall. He respected Preacher enough to go quail hunting with him many times. Over the course of mom growing up as the baby of the family Preacher was a visitor for dinner many times over. So, baseball runs in deep in the heart of this family from the players that have visited with us.
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