1 | page 2 | page 3 |
Written by Cathy
Two days later there was a story in the paper about a young boy finding a bat in the road about 2 blocks away.
Written by Susan
She has always exuded such a sense of peace and serenity that it has a calming effect on all around her.
Written by Anna
Joe made us all stay on the screened porch while he took care of the "wild animal." We watched him from the dining room windows as he chased the squirrel around and around the room and up and across the rafters with a broom. He was trying so hard to get it out safely without killing it. He finally succeeded, after what seemed like hours, in chasing it out the living room window. I sure wish we had a camera with us!
Written by Joseph
One day I really got a hold of one and it landed on top of the backstop of the adjoining field. This then became my goal every time out. Some days I'd land one on the backstop and some days I wouldn't. It was a great thrill for me whenever I did it and the practice lasted many years.
I even took my son Douglas there when he was about ten to show him how I used to do it. Unfortunately, that day I didn't reach the top of the backstop. While we were there I told him about the day I hit two balls in a row onto the other backstop.
It was a hot day and I was really working up a sweat trying to land one up there. As I was standing at home plate, Grandpa walked out of Inglenook towards the garage, about to drive off somewhere. He stopped when he saw what I was doing and stood by the fence to watch. Anxious to impress him, I focused all my strength into hitting the ball. POW! I blasted it to the top of the backstop. Grandpa was noticeably impressed and I, while inwardly delirious, outwardly played it cool -as though I always hit them that far. I casually grabbed another ball, twisted my upper body back as far as I could, and cranked another blast that landed within inches of the last shot. Grandpa cheered and said "Wow, what a hitter!"
I've never forgotten that day and never will. (Nor will I ever again hit two in a row to that magical spot.)
Grandpa relaxing in Inglenook