Showing posts with label Sports Center Saturday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports Center Saturday. Show all posts

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Sports Center Saturday: Front Page News

Just when I thought today couldn't get any better for genealogy, look what was in the mailbox today! It's Vol. 32, Issue No. 3 of Nebraska Ancestree, the official publication of the Nebraska State Genealogical Society. Why so special? Because a photograph from my personal collection appears on the cover.

It's been hard for me to keep this a secret for all these months, knowing that the photograph of the 1911 Greenwood, Nebraska baseball team would be on the cover sometime during 2011.


This photo originally appeared on this blog last October. Shortly thereafter, the President of the Nebraska State Genealogical Society, Floyd Smith III, emailed me and asked if the society could use the photo on a future issue, to coincide with baseball season. Of course, I said yes! Thank you, Floyd!

1911 Greenwood, Nebraska Baseball Club
original photo from my collection

William L Kelly, Sr. (back row, left), Jimmy Mann, Henry Weideman (manager), Clay Hansen, John Kimberly, Walter Burke, Clarence Stokes, Evan Armstrong, Ben Howard, Carl Weideman Played 54 games; won 48, lost 6.


Saturday, January 15, 2011

Sports Center Saturday - Mickey Mantle hits grand slam home run

Mickey Mantle at the plate
Municipal Stadium, Kansas City
August 19, 1962
my photo from the upper deck
No, Mickey Mantle was not one of my long lost relatives. But he played a big role in my early years. As I've written before, there are many baseball players in my family, including my father, my maternal grandfather, and two great uncles on both sides of the family. For whatever reason, the New York Yankees were my number one team. Today, I've expanded "my teams" to include the St. Louis Cardinals. So I've got a team in each league.

I remember listening to baseball games on the radio with my grandmother, Sina Bellinger Kelly. There was something about the name Mickey Mantle that resonated with me. At such an early age (under five), I really believe that I thought Mickey Mantle and Mickey Mouse were the same person! Anyway, I loved his name. Then I remember watching baseball games on our black and white television set.

Then came along the summer of 1961 and the home run race between the two Yankees, Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris. This season was expertly recreated in Billy Crystal's film 61*. I followed the home run race, read the box scores, and checked the statistics on a daily basis that summer. Being a huge Mickey Mantle fan, I wanted him to beat Babe Ruth's record. But as long as the record was broken by a Yankee, it didn't matter.

1962 rolled around and a dream came true for me. My grandparents, parents and I went to Kansas City's old Memorial Stadium to see the Yankees play the Kansas City Athletics on August 19, 1962. The Yankees were smokin' that day. Home runs were the norm. Mantle hit 3 for 4, including the seventh grand slam home run of his career. It was enough to see Mantle and Maris and the rest of the Yankees, but to see a grand slam! I was thrilled!

Between Mantle and Elston Howard, the two drove in 15 runs to beat the A's 21 - 7. Howard hit two home runs. It wasn't as if the A's were idle that day, either. Of 11 hits by the A's, four were home runs! No kid could ask for anything better than that!

Just as baseball is a big part of my lineage, it's still a big part of my life today (as a TV spectator anyway). Opening Day is April 1, 2011. It can't get here soon enough.

source: Beckley Post Herald, Beckley, West Virginia

August 20, 1962

Saturday, January 1, 2011

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History - Week 1: New Year's Day

Week 1 Challenge: New Year's. Did your family have any New Year’s traditions? How was the New Year celebrated during your childhood? Have you kept these traditions in the present day?


I remember that for several years when I was a kid living at home, my parents and I spent New Year's Eve with their friends. If the friends had children, I would spend time with them. That was always a little weird, trying to create a friendship based on seeing someone once a year. But it provided some variety and I didn't mind it. Of course, I always would have preferred to have hung out with the adults; I was always much more interested in their conversations about politics and world events.

New Year's Eve would never be at the same family's home. We would go someplace different each year, or have the families to our house. The only real memory I have is of watching The Tonight Show. No, not the one with Jay Leno; not even the one with Johnny Carson. Back then, it was Jack Paar and his announcer, Hugh Downs. I never quite figured out why they were celebrating the New Year in New York at 11 p.m. and then when midnight rolled around, nothing happened. Apparently, I had not yet learned about different time zones around the world.

During my mid-teens to college years, the New Year's holiday activities usually revolved around watching the Nebraska Cornhuskers play football at some bowl game. That's back in the day when there were only four or five big bowl games and it really meant something to be invited to one: Rose, Sugar, Cotton, Orange. That was also back in the day when Nebraska had a really good football team.

I was attending the University of Nebraska when the Huskers won back to back national championships in 1971 and 1972. Both championships were played out in the Orange Bowl, which was played on New Year's night. Once the televised games were over, my friends and I piled in a friend's car and "cruised O" Street with a few thousand other excited fans. It was total chaos, but good clean fun. I remember a police officer working traffic and he was pointing his finger shouting, "We're Number 1" right along with everyone else.

On January 14, 1971, President Nixon came to town to recognize the team for its championship season. I was never a Nixon fan (to say the least), and this was a year and a half before the break-in at the Watergate Hotel in Washington, D.C. that led to his downfall. I was one of just three or four journalism students selected to receive press credentials for the event that attracted about 8,000 people to the Coliseum on the University campus. I may still have my press pass somewhere, but maybe not. As members of the working press, we had a special door to enter and were patted down by the Secret Service. The agent also took every piece of camera equipment out of my bag and carefully inspected the lenses before I was allowed to enter the arena. I took a spot next to the camera crew from ABC. One of the ABC cameramen was pointing out the undercover Secret Service guys in the crowd, mingling with the campus radicals, with long hair, headbands and looking like someone out of the cast of Hair. Whether or not they were really Secret Service or if he was just feeding me a line, I'll never know.

But I'm veering off topic from New Year's traditions - even though it was the football victory of New Year's Day that caused me to wind up in the Presidential press pool two weeks later.

I'm not much for crowds or parties, and I'm even less enchanted with the idea of going out in sub-zero weather with a bunch of drivers who have had too much to drink. As an adult, it's been quiet, with New Year's Eve spent with Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve - every year since 1972. Sometimes with friends, sometimes alone. But one thing has remained constant since my childhood - I've always seen the New Year as a fresh start, a new beginning and knowing that we're at least halfway through the cold winter months.

About 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy: Amy Coffin of We Tree Genealogy has created a third year of blogging prompts for genealogy bloggers. The theme for 2011 is 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History. These are shared on the Geneabloggers.com web site, hosted by Thomas MacEntee.


Read all articles in this series.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Sports Center Saturday - Bill Kelly

Greenwood, Nebraska Baseball Club
1911

That's my grandfather (Mom's dad), Bill Kelly, on the left in the back row playing for the Greenwood, Nebraska baseball club in 1911. You can always pick Bill out of any photograph because he's always the one with his hat cocked to the side!

William L Kelly, Sr. (back row, left), Jimmy Mann, Henry Weideman (manager), Clay Hansen, John Kimberly, Walter Burke, Clarence Stokes, Evan Armstrong, Ben Howard, Carl Weideman Played 54 games; won 48, lost 6.

That's a pretty darned good season record, if you ask me!


September 3, 2011 Update: See where this photo appeared a few months after this blog post.


Related PBS video: Baseball - A Film By Ken Burns

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Sports Center Saturday - Ken Petersen

It seems appropriate that my first post on the Sports Center Saturday theme be about my Dad, Kenneth Petersen.

In his day, Dad was an all-around athlete and played baseball and football at Lincoln High School (Lincoln, Nebraska) from 1941-1944. He was quite an athlete and had hoped to play professional baseball. Not only did he play for Lincoln High, but also for the Lincoln Blues, the American Legion baseball team. I enjoy listening to him tell about the time when he tried out for the St. Louis Cardinals. But it was 1944, in the midst of World War II and rather than play baseball, he chose to serve his country and joined the U.S. Navy. To this day, he keeps up on all of the professional first basemen.

Kenny Petersen
Lincoln High Links - First Base

Lincoln High School
Freshman Football - 1942 Links Yearbook
Ken is in the 2nd row from the back, third from left
As usual, his last name is misspelled.
Dad received his letter in football at Lincoln High and still has his letter sweater. He also lettered in baseball, but didn't receive the actual letter because he had gone to the Navy. He received the letter about five decades later after my stepmother made a request to the school when she was planning her class' 40th reunion.



After the war, Dad returned to the States with impaired vision, dreams of a professional baseball career behind him. He married my Mom and I came along a few years later. I can't remember a time when baseball was not a part of my life. A bit of a tomboy, I enjoyed playing catch with my Dad and he pushed me as hard as he would push a son to play softball the best that I could. Oh, how I remember him yelling at me, "you're running like a girl!" He would hit pop flies to me in our back yard and I would catch them. He'd work with me on fielding ground balls. And I was just as cocky as he was, mastering the ability to catch pop flies behind my back. Oh, how I wanted to do that during a game sometime but knew that I'd get benched the minute I tried.

When we lived in Greenwood, Nebraska during the 1950s Dad got an American Legion baseball team started and became the manager. There were just enough teenage boys in town to put together a team. Our summers were spent at the ball field and traveling to out of town games. Families would caravan to the out of town games and we thought that our mere presence put fear in the eyes of our opponents. We always were thrilled to beat Ashland, our arch rivals. Eventually, the town raised enough funds to buy the team uniforms.

In the early 1960s, we had moved to Lincoln and Dad got a summer job with city Parks & Recreation to coach girls' softball. Of course, I was on the team, playing third base. Trust me, I did NOT get any special treatment as the coach's daughter! If I was playing poorly, Dad didn't hesitate to pull me out of the game. More parent-coaches today could learn from that! Even after Dad quit coaching, I continued to play softball in the summer City Rec league.

In his sixties and seventies, Dad took up golf and played nearly every day that the weather would permit. He even got me hooked on the game and we usually played together on Saturday and Sunday mornings and at least one evening every week. He played as long as his body would let him, until the pain was so severe he could no longer swing a club. I don't think there's anything worse for an athlete than to not be able to participate in sports any longer.

In 2004, Dad and his fellow football teammates were inducted into the Lincoln High School Athletic Hall of Fame as the 1943 Boys State Football Champions. I accompanied him to the awards banquet that evening and enjoyed meeting so many of his high school buddies, some 60 years after they played together.

As Dad has become more hearing impaired over the years, the one thing he still has to watch on television is sports. He doesn't need to be able to hear the TV to be able to follow the game. He's still ranting about that stunt Derek Jeter pulled about a week ago, pretending to be hit by a pitched ball. He also shared with me an article he read in this week's Time magazine about the titanium necklaces that a lot of the athletes wear that allegedly boost their energy level. We joked that maybe Congress needs to have hearings on the use of such performance enhancing jewelry!

When I think of my Dad, he's synonymous with Sports in our family. I'm happy to have been raised on sports, to really learn about teamwork and the joy of winning - that always beats the alternative.