On New Year’s Day, I called my mom and asked her to tell me stories about my kidhood. I had made a quick list of memorable events to start with but more came to mind as we talked. It was wonderful reminiscing and she reminded me of details I had forgotten as well as telling me things I never knew.
For instance, my dad had dug a couple of holes in our back yard for a wooden home plate and pitcher’s rubber. I’d pitch to him and he’d hit me grounders and fly balls. Well, my mom just told me that my dad had attended the last home game of the original Saint Paul Saints minor league team at the old Midway Stadium, which a quick Google check tells me took place in 1960. It was a different time back then and since the park was going to be demolished, he walked out on the field after the game, dug up home plate and took it home. I had never known where that home plate had come from and it’s very cool to know that there’s some history behind it.
I recorded the call, which lasted more than an hour. I plan on interviewing my mom again about her (more…)