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Flash Report

For

Week of 12/13/2015

Each Christmas season I hear from many former KOM leaguers, their wives or other family members. Over the past couple of decades I always received a Christmas card from Nick DeMaio of Darien, CT. He had played for the Miami, OK Eagles in 1952. We shared stories by letter and the Internet and each time his country band would record a CD I would be the recipient of one. Here is a link to DeMaio and his talents: www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&am...

Earlier in the week I had Nick on my mind and when I opened the computer on the morning of December 9, 2015 I found this message. “I’m sad to report that my Dad - Nick DeMaio has passed away. He enjoyed getting your KOM league emails and reading your stories about the league and players. Keep up the great work, Jeff DeMaio.”

www.lacerenzafuneralhome.com/obituarynotices.htm

Nicholas M. DeMaio Jr. (Jay) 84, passed away peacefully at home on December 6, 2015 after a four-month battle with cancer.

Nick was born in Stamford on September 14, 1931 to the late Mary (Abate) DeMaio and Nicholas M. DeMaio Sr. Growing up in Stamford’s historic west side, Nick maintained strong roots there, later becoming a 57 year resident of Darien.

After graduating from J.M. Wright Technical High School in 1948, he was drafted by the Philadelphia Phillies baseball organization. He went on to play minor league baseball for several years, including the K.O.M. league based in Commerce, Oklahoma. (Ed note: Miami, OK)

Nick joined the Armed Forces during the Korean War and continued to play baseball for the U.S. Army team. At the conclusion of his service, he continued his 50 year career in printing at Communications Corporation in Stamford where he was plant manager.

Nick married the love of his life, Molly, in 1956 and moved to Darien in 1958. He was a longtime member and former president of the Piedmont Club in Darien, as well as a proud member of the Stillwater Indians baseball organization. Apart from his family, Nick’s greatest legacy is in country music. Nick was known to his legions of fans as “the Ambassador of Country Music”, and as a respected vocalist and authoritarian of this genre.

He was a member of “The Country Singing Pals” for 17 years before joining his sons in the band “Gunsmoke” for the past 23 years. Nick was widely known in the country music and western swing communities from Connecticut to Nashville, forming relationships and performing with country legends such as Ray Price, Hank Thompson, and Hank Williams Jr. Nick was proud to have performed for both President George H. and President George W. Bush during their campaign tours. Yet above all of his career highlights, Nick had no greater joy than sharing the stage with the three generations of family in “Gunsmoke.”

He was predeceased by his parents, his brother Michael DeMaio and his wife Margaret (Molly) DeMaio of 54 years.

He is survived by his loving sons, Nicholas M. DeMaio III and his wife Marilyn of Darien; Jeffrey DeMaio and his wife Margaret of Darien, as well as his four devoted grandchildren, Nicholas DeMaio IV, Christina DeMaio, Jessica DeMaio and Rebecca DeMaio. He is also survived by his sister in laws, Etta Guarino of Darien, Lois Guarino of Fairfield, and many nieces and nephews.

A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated on Friday, December 11, 2015 at 10:30 at St. John's Church, 1986 Post Road, Darien, CT. Entombment will follow at St. John's Cemetery, Darien, CT. Relatives and friends may call at the Lacerenza Funeral Home & Cremation Services, 8 Schuyler Avenue, Stamford, CT on Thursday, December 10, 2015 from 4:00 - 8:00 PM.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations can be made to: St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, P.O. Box 2151, 501 St. Jude Place, Memphis, TN 38101-2151

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Death of former Independence, KS Yankee

www.joplinglobe.com/obituaries/william-v-drake/article_ff...

Bill Drake, 85, of Raytown, Mo., went to be with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, on Nov. 25, 2015. He was married to his lifelong love, Martha, for 64 years. They have four children.

Bill was a veteran of the United States Army serving in the Korean War. He started his career at Duff & Repp Furniture, in Kansas City, and eventually became president of American Furniture, in Colorado. At 45 years old he fulfilled his lifelong dream of opening House of Sleep, in Kansas City, in 1975. It was the first specialty sleep shop in KC and it grew to six locations in the metro area. He retired in 1995 and three of his children ran the business until 2012.

He was preceded in death by his parents. Survivors include his soul mate of 64 years, Martha; daughter, Sherri Fast; daughter and son-in-law, Debbie and Mike Renfrow; son and daughter-in-law, Scott and Dee Drake; son, Jeff; eight grandchildren and 16 great-grandchildren. He is also survived by a sister, Deanie Hymer; and brother, Bob Drake, of Joplin, Mo.

In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Christmas Pageant Fund of First Baptist, Raytown. Fond memories and condolences for the family may be offered at www.floralhillsfuneralhome.com.

Arrangements: D.W. Newcomer's Sons Floral Hills Funeral Home, 7000 Blue Ridge Boulevard, KCMO, 816-353-1218.

Ed comment:

When a former KOM leaguer passes away I share what information I have with baseball necrologist, Jack Morris. Sometimes obituaries leave out biographical data that a baseball researcher wants to capture. Here is what I shared with him. “Jack, you would have never figured this one out by using the obituary. This guy played a lot of baseball with and against Mickey Mantle as a member of the Whiz Kids and other pick-up games in the area. Bill played for the Tri-State Miners as a teammate with three of the Mantles. When he played against Mickey Mantle he played for Sunny Jim's team out of Carl Junction, MO.

Drake was signed by Tom Greenwade and played for a while with the 1950 Independence Yankees. If there is anything else you need on Drake I probably have it.”

After sending that message I included this in another note to Morris. “I don't imagine many or any of your readers ever heard of Bill Drake who died Nov. 25 and I suspect some will think you’re talking about a much older Bill Drake, from Sedalia, MO, who played in the Negro leagues.

William Vernon Drake was born in Joplin, MO on July 22, 1930. I told you earlier about some of the guys with whom he played. If you click on this site you'll see him and six other guys who played minor league ball. All three of the Mantles, Travis Kunce, Max Buzzard and Galen Enos.: www.flickr.com/photos/60428361@N07/8529501714/

Drake was released on May 30, 1950 by the Independence Yankees.

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Lucky???

Hi Johnny- I must be lucky- I get all your emails. I dislike Flickr and am not a twitter over Twitter. Keep those emails please, am not ashamed to have my name on a list, even one with Babcock on it.

Don’t let the Googlers get you down.

Jim Conroy—Hilton Head, SC

Ed reply:

You are a great man not to be ashamed to have your name on the same mailing list with Babcock. I don't twitter or Twitter either. On second thought I probably twitter too much. That used to mean “fiddle around.”

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Carl Mallon update

Finally got a chance to read through your Flash Report from Friday. In Baseball Reference there was a "C. E. Mallon" who played for Abilene in the 1909 Central Kansas League - www.baseball-reference.com/register/player.cgi?id=mallon0....

That might be Carl Mallon. Then again, it might not. Jack Morris

Ed comment:

Indeed it was Carl Edward Mallon who, three years earlier, threw a no-hitter on April 20, 1906 for Kansas State Agriculture College (KSAC) against Ottawa University. His was the second no-hitter for KSAC as Arthur Furey had tossed one against College of Emporia on April 17. That information is verifiable at: www.kstatesports.com/news/genrel_012410aaa_html Here is a portion of the verbiage included in the aforementioned URL. “April 17, 1906: Arthur Furey pitched the first no-hitter in Kansas State baseball history in a 13-0 win over the College of Emporia. Three days later, Carl Mallon matched Furey’s feat in the team’s next outing with a no-hitter against Ottawa University. Accounts in newspapers reported: “The game was played on a muddy field and there was a rabbit chase across the diamond.”

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Another story from Bernie Gerl

In recent weeks I have shared some material from Bernie Gerl who was a member of the ill-fated 1948 Duluth Dukes of the Northern league. If you are a first time reader or one who doesn’t recall the incident, that was the team with many of its members killed and injured in a fiery bus crash.

In the past few days Gerl wrote to ask if I ever heard of Thomas E. Staley. I must confess I hadn’t. Thus I Googled Staley’s obituary and sent it along to Gerl.

Thomas E. Staley, age 88. At rest Sunday, November 8, 2015, surrounded by his loving family at Sunny Hill Nursing Home.

Born in Omaha, Nebraska. He graduated from Creighton Prep High School. After high school, he played professional baseball with the St. Louis Cardinals organization and later with the New York Giant organization. He joined the Navy in November 1944, serving in the South Pacific. After service, he went to college and graduated from St. Ambrose in 1950 and later the University of Illinois.

In Davenport, IA, Tom met Colleen Lemley and was married for 62 wonderful years. Their marriage produced two beautiful children, Candace and Michael. In 1956, Tom and family moved to Joliet to join his father in the family business, Staley's Home Furnishings. He left the furniture business to begin teaching in the Troy School District, where he later served as Principal of Troy Shorewood School, where he made many good friends. He retired in 1990. After retiring, Tom spent his time with his grandchildren and great-grandchildren, his family home in Wisconsin, and watching his beloved Chicago Cubs.

Survived by one son, Michael Staley (Karla Wojcik) of Joliet; five grandchildren: Vanessa (Mark) Schmitt of Chicago, Carrie (Corey) Hromek of Joliet, Lauren (Ed) Ferry of Joliet, Joshua Mancuso and Andrew Mancuso, of Joliet; four great-grandchildren, Mia and Christian Hromek, Matthew Ferry, and Max Schmitt; one brother, Donald in Sarasota, FL; one niece, Denise Werner; six nephews, Mark Werner, Doug, Denny, Pete, Todd and Tom DeDecker; and many cousins and close friends Tom made over the years.

He is preceded in death by his wife, Martha Colleen (nee Lemley) Staley; daughter, Candace Mancuso; son-in-law, Samuel Mancuso; sisters, Patricia Werner, Rosemary DeDecker; and his parents, Fred and Margaret Staley.

Funeral Services for Thomas E. Staley will be held Saturday, November 14, 2015, at 10:00 a.m. at the Fred C. Dames Funeral Home, 3200 Black at Essington Rds., Joliet. Fr. Brad Baker officiating with full military honors under the auspices of the United States Navy. Private interment Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers, donations to the donor's charity of choice would be appreciated.

Note from Gerl:

After sharing that obituary with Gerl he said he had a story to send me. I had surmised Gerl and Staley had seen a lot of each other during their latter days in Joliet.

Girl’s reply:

Here is the story of Tom Staley’s bonus of $1,000 from the Cardinals in 1944. He was sent to Lynchburg, Virginia where we met. Lynchburg was in first place in a tight race. Tom and I got to play only after we cinched the pennant. I got into three games, I think. We were sent to Lynchburg to show us what it was to be away from home as 17- year olds . The first pitcher I faced was Allen Gettel. Other players in the league were Duke Snider and Clyde King and then Jimmy Foxx. Foxx had been released by the Cubs and was a friend of the owner of the Portsmouth club. He played a few games and one was against us. As I remember he struck out three times and hit into a double play. Would you believe Staley said his dad owned a furniture store ln Joliet and Tom lived with him? Tom’s baseball career didn't last long for he went to college, got a teaching job and later became superintendent of a junior high school. He lived and raised his family here in Joliet and the only time I ever saw him, in all those years, was in the casket at his wake.

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A Christmas Gift???

For quite some time I've had the nerve to place the Flash Reports on this Flickr site. Some readers have visited it to either see the beautiful photos or the great prose has brought them back a few other times. Some of the Flash Reports have attracted over 60,000 "hits" to this site for a single photo or report. I don't know how many people visit the site more than once since I'm sure there aren't 60,000 people who would have an interest or knowledge of an old baseball league.

Whatever the case, I spent some time searching for previous Flash Reports that have been posted over parts of 2013-14-15. There is enough volume of material in the reports to write a few books but I'm sure the level of writing would fall short and if a book was written there wouldn't be enough people out there who would purchase one. Hey, I know. I've written enough books to understand the universe of interest.

If you pull the following site there are 64 Flash Reports included. Just click on the photo and scan down.

www.flickr.com/search/?text=KOM%20Flash%20Reports

If you have any questions or have trouble accessing what I just mentioned, let me know.

The remains of the former Springfield Brewery, Wolverhampton, October 2008.

Satellite view of the site:

maps.google.com/maps?q=cambridge+street+wolverhampton&...

Extract from: www.expressandstar.com/2008/09/09/springfield-brewery-sit...

The transformation of Wolverhampton’s former Springfield Brewery with 300 homes is in doubt after a housebuilder revealed it is to sell its part of the site. News of the sell-off has raised fears the site off Cannock Road could remain derelict for years to come. Bryant Homes, part of the Taylor Wimpey group, has blamed falling demand for flats and townhouses for the decision to offload its seven-acre share.

Building work was due to get under way earlier this year but bosses put the start date back until next April due to the economic downturn. They have now admitted the project was no longer viable. Taylor Wimpey spokesman Adrian Regan said: “We are reviewing our position on the site and will be putting it on the market as part of this exercise.” He added the firm would consider other uses for the site other than homes

In May, Taylor Wimpey, which has a Bryant Homes base on Pendeford Business Park, announced it would close 13 of its 39 regional offices and shed 900 jobs.

Work on the brewery, which dates back to 1874 and employed hundreds of people its heyday before shutting in 1991, has hit a string of setbacks in recent years, the biggest being an arson attack in 2004. City-based Simon Developments has been restoring some of the brewery’s old buildings and is still ploughing forward with plans for the remaining four acres of the site, which already has permission for 140 apartments and 30,000sqft of office and retail space. Company boss Simon Hill said: “We are now looking at the feasibility of reducing some of the houses and increasing the commercial side of the project.”

Wolverhampton planning chief Councillor Malcolm Gwinnett fears the site could now lie empty for years.

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Reading Buses had a batch of high-specification Optare-bodied Olympian coaches for the Londonline service, but in 1999 they were withdrawn from this duty and converted into buses for local work. 84 is seen at Eastgate Coach Trimmers in Pickering, who were undertaking this work.

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SYNOPSIS: Walt Disney Pictures presents "Rapunzel," an action-packed, swashbuckling, animated musical comedy about the girl behind 70 feet of magical, golden hair. A princess stolen from her parents' castle as a baby, Rapunzel (voice of Mandy Moore) is locked in a hidden tower longing for adventure. Now an imaginative and determined teenager, she takes off on a hilarious, hair-raising escapade with the help of a dashing bandit (voice of Zachary Levi). With the secret of her royal heritage hanging in the balance and her captor in pursuit, Rapunzel and her cohort find adventure, heart, humor and hair..lots of hair. Original music by Alan Menken and lyrics by Glenn Slater. Synopsis borrowed from Film Jabber.

MY CLOUD: As a kid, I was never much for fairy tales and nursery rhymes so I never knew that this was Rapunzel's story. I guess it's normal that I was so in awe of her hair.. It's just so looong. She could clean their whole tower from top to bottom.

The 1st thing that I thought of was that love is freeing - not just setting another person free but also lets you love another person freely. I remember the Filipino saying, "The more you hate, the more you love." There is some truth to it. Hate is synonymous to love, only on a different plane. This is the exact same reason as to why they can never go together. I don't think you can cover 1 mistake forever. It'll only be fixed if you own up to it, if the root problem's face head-on. Just like what happened to Rapunzel's "mother", it haunted her until the end. Mainly because her reason, from the onset, for keeping Rapunzel's selfishness. Despite the "safety and protection" that she's claiming to provide Rapunzel, these are false tenders of love as she's gaining back her physical youth through Rapunzel's hair.

I love how Flynn Riley, being the thief that he is, becomes "tangled" in Rapunzel's life. It's as if everything was meant to be - for Flynn to accidentally discover the beauty behind that bush, for Rapunzel to finally risk her "mother's" wrath for going outside the "cruel" world and for the horse to unconsciously bring them together.

Of course, all's well that ends well. Rapunzel reunites with her family; Eugene (Fitzpatrick) a.k.a. Flynn Riley becomes friends with his horse again; Rapunzel's "mother" finally gets what she deserves from the moment she kidnapped her.

I think this was a brave film, if only for the risque of Rapunzel being a brunette for a few scenes ;)

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Dom Pierre Pérignon (c. 1638–14 September 1715) was a Benedictine monk who made important contributions to the production and quality of Champagne wine in an era when the region's wines were predominantly still and red. Popular myths frequently, but erroneously, credit him with the invention of sparkling Champagne, which didn't become the dominant style of Champagne until mid-19th century.

The famous champagne Dom Pérignon, the préstige cuvée of Moët & Chandon, is named after him.

Pierre Pérignon was born to a clerk of a local judge in the town of Saint-Menehould in the Champagne region of France. When he was 19 he entered the Benedictine order, first serving at the Abbey of Saint-Vannes in the town of Verdun. In 1668, he transferred to the Abbey of Hautvillers near the town of Épernay. He served as cellar master of the Abbey until his death in 1715. Under his stewardship, the Abbey flourished and doubled the size of its vineyard holding. As a sign of honor and respect, the Dom was buried in a section of the Abbey traditionally reserved for only abbots.

Misconceptions and myths

The quote attributed to him—"Come quickly, I am drinking the stars!"—is supposedly what he said when tasting the first sparkling champagne. However, the first appearance of that quote appears to have been in a print advertisement in the late 1800s.

While the Dom did work tirelessly and successfully to improve the quality and renown of the still wines of Champagne, he did not invent sparkling wine, nor was he the first to make champagne. Indeed he worked hard to prevent a secondary fermentation which was seen as a fault and most likely to break the wine bottles. There is documentary evidence that sparkling wine was first intentionally produced by English scientist and physician Christopher Merret.

A major proponent of the misconceptions surrounding Dom Pérignon came from one of his successors at the Abbey of Hautvillers, Dom Groussard, who in 1821 gave an account of Dom Pérignon "inventing" Champagne among other exaggerated tales about the Abbey in order to garner historical importance and prestige for the church. The myths about Pérignon being the first to use corks and being able to name the precise vineyard by tasting a single grape likely originated from Groussard's account.

Prior to blending he would taste the grapes without knowing the source vineyard to avoid influencing his perceptions. References to his "blind tasting of wine" have led to the common misconception that Dom Pérignon was blind.

Contrary to popular belief, Dom Pérignon did not introduce blending to Champagne wines but rather the innovation of blending the grapes prior to sending them to press.

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Giant Robot Biennale 2: 15 Years

October 24, 2009 - January 24, 2010

Opening reception: Saturday, October 24, 2009, 6:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.

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Los Angeles, CA 90012

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In 1994, Giant Robot was born with the purpose of documenting and promoting new, up-and-coming, underdog, overlooked, and hybrid Asian and Asian-American popular culture. Fifteen years later, the self-published magazine has not only evolved from a stapled-and-folded zine into a full-color, glossy publication with an international following, but also opened trend-setting shops and influential art galleries in Los Angeles, San Francisco, and New York City. To celebrate the magazine's longevity, energy, and loyal readership, the second Giant Robot Biennale is being hosted by the Japanese American National Museum in Downtown Los Angeles from October 24, 2009 to January 24, 2010. The event will feature several exhibits, including the following:

To provide a visual overview of the Giant Robot aesthetic, publisher Eric Nakamura is curating artwork by individuals who have contributed to shows at Giant Robot's galleries, been featured in the pages of the magazine, or even contributed cover art. The main hall will include installations by Albert Reyes, Jack Long, kozyndan, David Choe, Theo Ellsworth, James Jean, Stella Lai, Souther Salazar, Jeff Soto, and Deth P. Sun. A second hall will include the contributions of more than 50 others:

Aaron Brown, Aiyana Udesen, Ako Castuera, Allison Cole, Andrew Holder, Andrew Jeffrey Wright, Andrice Arp, Ana Serrano, Apak, Ben King, Bigfoot, Brian Rush, Bwana Spoons, Christine Castro, Christopher Bettig, Dan-ah Kim, Daria Tessler, Ed Trask, Edwin Ushiro, Eleanor Davis, Emilio Santoyo, Esther Pearl Watson, Hannah Stouffer, Hellen Jo, James Kochalka, Jay Ryan, Jeffrey Brown, Jen Corace, Jeremy Tinder, Joe To, Jon Burgerman, Kaori Kasai, Katherine Guillen, Kelly Lynn Jones, Kerry Horvath, Luke Chueh, Marci Washington, Mari Inukai, Mark Todd, Matt Furie, Megan Whitmarsh, Mike Perry, Munkao, Nikki McClure, Heisuke Kitazawa (PCP), Philip Lumbang, Prodip Leung, Rama Hughes, Renee French, Robert Bellm, Scrappers, Sidney Pink, Steven Weissman, Yellena James

The photography of longtime magazine contributor Ben Clark will also be featured in a retrospective. Clark's powerful images from past issues will be displayed in a larger, more vibrant print format, accompanied by recollections, explanations, and other ramblings by editor Martin Wong.

The roots of Asian popular culture--the kaiju scene introduced by Godzilla, Gamera, other giant monsters, and the toy industry they spawned--will be paid tribute to by a run of collaborative works made by Japanese indie sculptor and artist Yukinori Dehara, UglyDolls co-creator David Horvath, and Portland, Oregon-based underground toy legend LeMerde.

In addition, five custom videogames have been developed by the Attract Mode collective in conjunction with some of Giant Robot's favorite artists. Many games were made exclusively for the Game Over/Continue? show at GRSF (March-April, 2009), and they be available for play once more throughout the exhibition's stint. The artist and developer pairings include Hellen Jo, Calvin Wong, and Derek Yu; Saelee Oh and Anna Anthropy; Souther Salazar and Petri Purho; J. Otto Seibold and Kyle Pulver; and Deth P. Sun and Jonathan "Cactus" Soderstrom.

An opening reception will take place from 6:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m. on Saturday, October 24, featuring live music and attendance by many of the participating artists and key members of the Giant Robot family.

The show will run from Saturday, October 24, 2009 to Sunday, January 24, 2010. For more information about Giant Robot magazine or The Giant Robot Biennale 2: 15 Years, please contact:

Eric Nakamura

Giant Robot Owner/Publisher

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From a recently acquired collection. Photographer not known

På bilden: Jorge syns vandra i nedkanten medan dramatiska moln täcker himmeln.

10:e Juli - Tjäurakåtan till Faleshokha nöra Parka.

Tältet är varmt när jag vaknar och det är ovanligt. Solen är uppe sedan ett par timmar och ena sidan av tältet avger värme likt ett element. Jag gör iordning min frukost i absiden utan av gå ut i blåsten. Jorge meddelar genom tältväven att han varit upp redan en timme eller så och att han startar i förväg. Jag blir också klar snabbt och tvättar underkläder medan Nora kryper omkring i sitt tält. Vi ger oss av strax.

Det blåser kraftigt och vinden hugger tag i väskan så man måste hålla i sig för att inte bli omkullslagen. Vi vandrar mellan stenbumlingar och små vattendrag. Dessutom passerar vi en vad jag tycker liknar kolmilarkoja. Någon slags permanent kåta. Sedan bär det utför. Alltmedans vi har ett stort panorama framför oss av berg och långt nere i en vik ligger Västerfjäll. En samling hus som ser väldigt trevligt ut. Nora och jag talar om familj och barn. Vi träffade dagen innan en man på vandring med sin son. jag blev rörd. Precis sånt tänker jag göra en dag med mitt eller mina barn. Efter ett tag stöter vi ihop med Jorge. Han har däckat vid en skogadunge. Brevid honom står en kvarlämnad campingstol. Skönt, den tar jag!

Vid ungefär hälften av planerad dagssträcka går en liten bro över en paradisliknande fors. Små kristallklara vattensamlingar med sandbotten bryts av med forsande vatten här och där. Jag plaskar omkring i det kalla vattnet, Nora gör likadant men bakom ett par stenar. Jorge medger att han är gruppens lortgris och sitter och lapar sol. Vinden är kylig och vi sätter oss bakom en stenväg för att inta vår lunch. Ostmacka och Kaviarmacka. Ingen anledning att snåla när vi är så nära Kvikkjokk.

På eftermiddagen förvirrar vi oss iväg från stigen. Vi vandrar ut i en sankmark och jag ser att min gps-rutt är likadan. På någotvis hamnar vi ännu längre ifrån leden och en viss oro anas i sällskapets tonläge. Mellan oss och där vi tror att leden gå är ett stängsel uppsatt. Till slut ger vi upp den lilla stigen vi hittar och på lämpligt ställe kryper vi under stängslet. Vi navigerar över stock och sten. Nora är rätt trött och ser inte så förtjust ut. Den kalla vinden är nu kallare än någonsin och solen är sedan länge döljd bakom stora moln.

Efter ett tag ser jag en märkligt stående sten som helt klart måste vara en markering och jag kämpar mig över det sista våta buskarna. Visst, nu är tillbaka där vi ska vara. Här finns det även en jokk och plant underlag så vi bestämmer oss för att slå läger.

Lika mycket vind som natten innan gör att vi alla noga observerar riktningen som vinden för lövet Jorge kastar upp i luften. Tälten står nu uppradade brevid varandra och i tystnad lagar vi mat, var person i var tält. Men dessförinnan har Jorge och Nora förstärkt sina tältdukar med stenbumlingar längs sidorna. Mitt i detta vidunderliga landskap, utsatta för vädret makter befinner vi oss. Tankar om vår existens här på jorden passerar i olika former. Jag har låtit bli skönlitteraturen en stund och lyssnar nu på en föreläsningsbok om "Big History" och bland tidslinjer och jämnförelser är det en liknelse som faller mig i smak. Det är Bhudda som talar till sina lärjungar. "Föreställ dig ett stenblock, en kilometer lång, en kilometer bred och en kilometer hög. Den är absolut slät till ytan utan tillstymmelse till sprickor eller skavanker. Vid slutet av varje århundrade kommer en man och putsar en yta på stenen med tygstycke av siden, en gång. Föreställ dig den tid som det tar för hela stenblocket att nötas ner till damm. Den tiden skulle passera snabbare än en Kalpa, och Världen har funnits många hundra, även tusen Kalpas.

Vilket hisnande perspektiv. Nu verkar dock inte detta vara vetenskapligt korrekt men nog fungerar det för att illustrera något som pågått väldigt länge.

11:e Juli - Faleshokha nära Parka - Kvikkjokk

Vi är för första gången faktiskt uppe redan vid 7. Som flera av de senaste dagarna blåser det fruktansvärt. Vi pysslar med vårat var för sig. Jag lagar min frukost liggandes i sovsäcken och köket brinnandes i absiden.

Väl ute rör sig leden sakta uppför Goabdsbakke där den stiger och stiger tills man hamnar på en platå. Bakom en jordhög rastar vi och njuter av sol och myggfri horisont. En bit bortanför oss ser vi en mörk skepnad som rör sig, vad vi tycker ser ut som på en annan led. Vi tror ett tag att vi ska mötas med figuren försvinner.

Vid Tsielekjokkstugan rastar vi pånytt och dödar bromsar som tar sikte på oss i den hårda vinden. Jag besöker dasset som känns dom det ska flyga iväg, allt skakar och vinglar, under besöket flyger dörren upp och jag får en trevlig utsikt forsen Tsielekjokks.

Nu har vi fått upp tempot och går snabbt under ett par timmar, uppför med svag lutning passar mig bäst. Det går undan och kilometerna flyger. Men sen tar det stopp. Det börjar med lite få backiga partier där man i tvära kast får gå upp sen ner och emellanåt ser man skymten av sjön som är målet. Jag tror att vi är nära så jag tillåter mig inte ta en rast. Dessutom är solen varm, myggorna törstiga och bromsarna allmänt vidriga. Men vi är långt ifrån framme. Min fötter värker av den långa nedstigningen som aldrig tycks sluta. Jag känner hur skelettet trycker mot trampdynorna och hur det blir mer och mer ömt för varje steg.

Jag tror att detta är den enda riktigt jobbiga i stunden fram tills nu, och nu gör det ont. Jag har märkt en annan krypande ömmhet i min högra fot, på

hälsenan. När jag äntligen ser vattnet så blir jag så glad.

I en liten bod nära vattnet säger en tjej till oss att vi ska skynda oss ner till bryggan. Hon har precis haft kontakt med båtföraren som sitter ute och är på väg att sticka.

Det visar sig att hon var den mörka skepnaden på platån tidigare samma dag. Hon hade likt vi gått vilse dagen innan och gått längs med stängslet hela vägen till Parka, därför såg det ut som om hon en stund gick emot oss.

Vi blir öppenhjärtliga med varandra direkt och efter en minut vet jag att hon är en kollektivboende, dumpsterdykande, ingenjör från Malmö som jobbar i Köpenhamn och dejtar personer som kallar sig för "hen". Hon går en stor del av kungsleden själv och bär inget kök, istället käkar hon choklad och energidryck. Enligt dieten som skapades av "snömannen" han som överlevde 60 dagar i sin bil.

Båtföraren Björn frågar om vi ska med och kolla om det kommer några från Pajelantaleden där han hämtar folk på regelbundna tider. Sedan 84 kan man inte gå till Kvikkjokk längre för vattnet har skurit isär en del av marken och nu får man åka båt. Vi hakar på. Det blir en båtresa genom kanaler, floder och till en stor lagun. Det är spektakulärt. Allt med mäktiga berg som kuliss.

Jag tar in på vandrarhemmet där jag senare samtalar med det norska paret jag redan skrivit om på bloggen. I bastun är det bara jag och den intensiva ingenjörskan från Malmö, jag fördjupar mig ytterligare i hennes liv som hon så gärna delar med sig historier från.

På mitt rum finner jag smålängingen från patentverket liggandes med sin padda på ena sängen. Vi snackar en stund och är båda glada lver att ha hunnit så långt. Han e trevlig. Den andra karln på rummet visar sig vara en orienteringsbesatt borlängebo som rest till Kvikkjokk för rekognocera inför en kombinerad kanot och löporientering senare i Juli. Självklart måsta jag fråga honom om han var i Skattungbyn i fjol. Japp, det var han. Vi skrattade och tillsammans med Malmöbaserade ingenjörskan roade vi oss i lobbyn till småtimmarna.

12:e Juli - Kvikkjokk - Pårtestugan.

Jag vaknar med en nyformulerad tanke i huvudet. Jag ska stanna en dag till och låta dom andra gå före mig. Jag behöver vila mina ömmande fötter och skulle vilja skriva klart en del om dagarna från förra veckan. Jag har missat frukosten och bestämmer mig för att kompensera med burgare till lunch på det blir bara Kaffe tills dess. I från rummets fönster ser jag den nakna ingejörskan som torkar sig utanför bastun, jag knackar på rutan och vinkar åt henne. Hon påminner om typ tre andra tjejer jag känner fast med alla deras personligheter tillsammans.

Jorge har sovit i rummet också. Han ändrade sig under kvällen och satt uppe sist av alla och lagade ett hål i hans tältduk. Nu är han på väg till Nora som förmodligen lunchar i det gemensamma köket.

Jag säger att jag ska tänka på hur jag vill göra under dom närmaste timmarna.

När vi står och packar våra prylar på rummet får Jorge ett samtal, Daniel och Susan har anlänt.

Vi möts med kramar och artighetsfraser i entren. Jorge får matpåfyllning för ca 9 dagar men min mat jag lämnat åt min bror lyser med sin frånvaro.

Jag bestämmer mig för att följa med och inte stanna kvar i Kvikkjokk. Något jag senare kommer att ångra.

Efter att kalasat på en stor burgare till lunch så bryter vi upp. Stämningen är god och jag känner mig prima. Mina steg är lätta och det går undan. Jag funderar på hur länge jag skulle kunna fortsätta med vandringen, kanske ska jag rentav köra på till Treriksröset?

Vi rastar vid en liten sjö där vi får snacka spanska för första gången med en grupp vandrare. Två har chilenskt påbrå och vandrar myggnät lver huvudet och med ryggor av märket Droite, som jag känner igen sen vår patagonienresa. Dom ser rätt färska ut tycker jag som snart börjar närma mig 30 milsstrecket. Efter att vi startat igen har vi snart passerat dom.

Vid fjällstugan Pårte är det mycket mygg och mörkt av den täta skogen. Jag föreslår att vi ska betala tältavgift för att kunna umgås lite i köket nu när vi har två nya med i gruppen. Jag blir nedröstad av dom av oss utan STF medlemsskap, 200:- för att tälta i anslutning till fjällstugan är rätt saftigt.

Nu kommer också den andra gruppen vi vandrat förbi, ingen av dom är medlem heller och alla klagar över priserna. Jag tycker dom är löjliga. I Sverige får man tälta överallt, det är väl bara att hitta en tältplats någon annanstan. Villet vi gör, den andra gruppen ser allmänt uppgiven ut och följer oss med blicken när vi börjar leta strax bortom viken där fjällstugan ligger. Vi hittar snabbt en plats, långt ifrån perfekt men när jag tänt en liten brasa och värmen sprider sig så är det ändå rätt bra. Den andra gruppen står och ropar åt oss över viken, ingen verkar höra vad dom säger men till slut brakar dom in i vårt läger. Dom sätter sig pladask rakt ner på buskarna och ser uppgivna ut.

Jag blir mer störd på deras slappa stil. En i deras grupp går och letar tältplatser bland våra utspridda väskor men hajar sedan vinken och fortsätter längs sjökanten. Dom andra har parkerat som tre trötta kossor på backen. Efter en stund blir dom upplysta av sin kamrat att det finns en plats en bit bort och dom traskar vidare.

Jag kände mig lite småaktig som inte bjöd in dom till vår gemenskap men det var kört redan efter att dom börjat gnälla om serviceavgiften i stugan. Jag hade redan där tänkt att jag orkar inte med dom här. Vi hade även våra två nya vandringskamrater att ägna vår uppmärksamhet på. Nu måste vi få dom att känna sig välkomna och som en del av gänget. Nora, Jorge och jag har numer bra rutiner och bra kommunikation oss emellan. Nu måste vi vidga gruppen och göra plats för två nya personligheter.

Det första som vi märker är språkförbistringen. Den senaste veckan har vi endast snackat spanska och nu har även spansktalande Daniel anslutit. Susan däremot kan bara engelska och väldigt lite svenska. Hennes språkbegåvning är begränsad märker jag när vi under ett par timmar kämpar med vokaler, rullande "r" och svåra svenska ord som SJUKSKÖTERSKA, varav det senaste i princip är omöjligt för henne att uttala. Spanjorerna å en sidan har begränsade engelskakunskaper. Jag blir naturligt en slags bro mellan alla. Jag vet sedan tidigare att engelska är svårt för spansktalande, dom tycker helt enkelt att orden inte uttalas som de är skrivna.

Elden skrämmer iväg en del mygg och vi käkar och småpratar medan vi jämför väskor, kök och tält.

Lite senare i mitt tält ligger jag och njuter av Stephen Kings roman "Under the dome".

13: e Juli. Pårtestugen - Laitaure.

Jag vaknar med mycket värk i höger fot. En smärta ovanför hälen som jag härleder från hälsensfästet. Där det även äv svullet och varmt. Lite orolig formulerar jag en plan som går ut på att jag ska stanna ett par dagar i Aktse. Jag måste vila min fot och det visste jag egentligen om sedan Kvikkjokk.

Jag går sakta och blir hela tiden sist. Mitt tempo från igår är som bortblåst och jag undrar vad som har hänt. Leden går långsamt uppåt och blir till sist brant när vi kommit ut ovanför trädgränsen. Vi får en storslagen utsikt bakåt mot allt vi tillryggalagt.

En lunch intas på högsta punkten och en del passar på att torka sina blöta tält från nattens duggregn.

Vi har alla märkt av Daniels nästan maniska fotvård. Så fort vi rastar åker skor och strumpor av. Han smeker fötterna, doppar dom i kallt vatten, tvättar med tvål och trada och smörjer med olika krämer och plåstrar. På två dagar har han klämt upp en hel tub fotkräm som ska förebygga skavsår. Jag undrar om han är närsynt för överallt där han kladdar lämnar han stora strängar av medel. Ofta stoppar han in fötter med tjocka lager av diverse krämer i strumporna och i bland har han ett par strängar i ansiktet. Vi förmodar alla att han har någon slags övergripande tanke med detta överaskas inte längre av att han då och då ser ut som en krigsmålad indian.

Innan stigen leder neråt för sista gången passerar vi en raststuga. Jag har hamnat efter dom andra och Susan kommer emot mig genom det lilla skogspartiet. Hon säger att dom andra ligger och vilar uppe vid vindskyddet, alla utom Daniel tänker jag. Han är nog upptagen med sina fötter. Susan brukar ibland svara på svenska när jag ställer en fråga. Jag roas mycket åt hennes superamerikanska dialekt. Även om hon är från Kanada. Hon kämpar med meningarna när hon förklarar att hennes SFI lärare är gay. Jag har tipsat henne om att det bästa sättet att lära sig svenska är att skaffa en snubbe. Hon har gått igenom sin bekantskapskrets och förklarat att det är mer komplicerat att dejta i Sverige. Jag håller med.

Uppe vid raststugan träffar jag bl.a. En tuff tjej som ensam är i full gång med leden sk. Vandrarnas gröna band. Ca 1.300km från treriksröset till Grövelsjön. Jag har

När vi efter en lång dags vandring kommer ner till raststugan vid Laitaure.

Vi har disskuterat huruvidare vi ska ro över dom 2,4km till Aktse ikväll eller imorgon men regnet som nu faller över oss gör att vi snabbt bestämmer oss för att vänta till imorgon.

Inne i den enkla stugan har två Schweizare spritt ut sina saker över bordet och britsarna. Dom blir rätt förvånade över vårt stora gäng som kliver in från regnet. Vi har knappt hunnit sätta oss till rätta innan en man från Lettland också kommer in i värmen.

Vi roar oss och berättar om våra hemorter, vandringar mm. Jag ger bort min karta över Kvikkjokk - Ammarnäs till Lettländaren. Dom två 20-åriga Schweizarna har precis avklarat en 10-dagars vandring genom Sarek. Dom hade sett fram emot en natt under tak och vi alla säger att vi inte gör anspråk på stugan. Däremot hittar inte Susan någon tältplats så hon sover med grabbarna i stugan.

Vi har erfarenhet från liknande stugor och den säger oss att man inte sover ensam i dessa, utan att det snarare är en hemsk natt som går dom till mötes med surrandes mygg som konstant väcker och stör sömnen. Om man är tre stycken så tar syret snabbt slut och man drömmer om att kunna öppna dörrar och fönster men myggorna vakar utanför och det gör det till ett sämre val.

Jag slår upp mitt tält i regnet och njuter av dropparnas spel på den spända duken.

På morgonen dagen efter kommer jag möta tre trötta, svettiga och mörbultade ansikten innuti stugan. Jag valde rätt.

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Loyd Simpson on and off the field in 1951. Photo taken across the street from Ramsay's Dept. Store at 6th and Broadway in Pittsburg, KS 1951. In mid August he was signed by the Miami Eagles.

The KOM League

Flash Report

for

Week of June 21 thru 27, 2015

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Note:

This report is an attempt at cutting out much of the verbiage of recent editions. It is a continuation of some of the tales of the 1951 Miami, Oklahoma Eagles. There were some “different” things that happened in minor league baseball. But, much the same could be said of the major leagues. The story in this report is the Miami Eagles version of what the St. Louis Browns did with Eddie Gaedel. www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&am...

It may well be that the Miami baseball club got the idea for their “special event” from Bill Veec, and the St. Louis Browns, since it happened at nearly the same time in August of 1951.

This report is on Flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/60428361@N07/18805183190/

The person in the photo got $100 to sign with the St. Louis Browns and his buddy, Roy Sievers, got $100 less than that.

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“The Most Obscure KOM Leaguer of Them All.”

Subtitled: “The Best Story I Almost Never Heard.”

2nd Subtitle: “The KOM League’s Eddie Gaedel”

Early into my KOM research I observed a name in a Miami Eagle box score from 1951 that I came to assume was a misspelling. But the name remained on my database until I could either validate or refute it.

Then, came a few conversations with former members of that 1951 team who validated the last name of the guy appearing in a late season box score that Charles Bud Closs had done prior to his death when he stopped by the KOM League Hall of Memories in the late 1990’s. Delbert Wichtendahl George O’Don Garrison and Loyd Wayne Simpson also put a first name to it….James. Simpson even had a press clipping his mother, who was living in Commerce, OK at the time, found in the Joplin Globe. Here is the article from the October 2, 1951 Joplin Globe. “The body of James Albert Murphy, 27 years old, 13 K Street. N. E., Miami, who was found dead in his room at 5 o'clock Sunday afternoon, was sent yesterday by the David Dillon funeral home to Cooper funeral home at Miami, where the latter will be in charge of funeral arrangements. According to Dr. W. W. Hurst. coroner, Mr. Murphy had been dead from 10 to 12 hours when his body was found. The coroner, alter completing his investigation yesterday, said Mr. Murphy had been under a Miami physician's care for a heart ailment. Dr. Hurst said death was due to a heart attack. Mr. Murphy, an employee of the Coleman Theater at Miami, was on vacation and had checked into the hotel here at 12:30 o'clock Sunday morning. He was born February 22, 1924, in Joplin. Surviving are his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Murphy of Miami and three brothers, Sergeant Richard L. Murphy, with the United States army, and Gerald A. Murphy and Lawrence M. Murphy of Miami.”

For many years I knew about the death of James Albert Murphy but not much else. After a little more research, in recent days, I learned that after Murphy was born in Joplin in 1924 that the family moved around the Tri-State mining area to such towns as Galena, Kansas and Picher and Miami, Oklahoma.

By the time the 1951 baseball season rolled around, Murphy had forged some friendships with the Miami players and most likely a closer one with player/manager, Thomas Gentry Warren. He was a character in the truest sense of the word but obviously had great sense of empathy for someone less fortunate. In searching through some family genealogy files on Ancestry.com a comment is contained in that documentation that Murphy was born with a hole in his heart. That alone would have most likely curtailed his athletic activities but not his interest in baseball.

It was a bit of a mystery to me as to how Murphy attended many Miami Eagle baseball games since he worked at the Coleman Theater and their hours of operation would have conflicted with the starting time of most Miami games. If he worked as a janitor for the theater he would have had more time to attend games. After a little more research that mystery was solved. Wayne Simpson recalls the Miami Hotel was directly across the street from the Coleman Theater. Murphy would meet the team bus at that site and ride out to Fairgrounds Park with them. When the Miami club played at Carthage, MO and Pittsburg, KS Murphy often went along since the team returned to Miami following each game.

Some time during that season Tommy Warren told Murphy, who was older than most of the players on the Miami roster, that he would let him realize his goal of playing in a KOM league game. Wichtendahl, Simpson and Closs recall Warren getting a role of toilet paper and making out a crude contract prior to game time. When he approached the two umpires that evening, with his line-up card, Warren handed them the makeshift contract that would make Murphy eligible to appear in a sanctioned league game.

Unfortunately, I don’t have access to the Miami newspaper where Murphy’s appearance would have been noted in the box score but I recall seeing it. To my knowledge he was inserted into the game in the 5th inning. That was the only inning he played and his career came to an end. There is one thing of which I am sure. Within a month of realizing a dream of playing professional baseball, James Albert Murphy was dead.

In a story, that could only be made up in a novel, here are the details of his funeral. “Services for James Albert Murphy. 27 years old, who was found dead in his room Sunday afternoon (September 30, 1951) at the Keystone Hotel in Joplin, will be conduced at 2 o'clock Thursday afternoon (October 4, 1951) at the First Christian church. Russell Martin will officiate and burial will be in Hillcrest Cemetery Galena (Kansas) under the direction of the Cooper funeral home of Miami. Pallbearers will be Harry Ross, Eddie Diebold. Cude Rowe, John Ratliff, Wallace Warner and Tom Warren. Honorary pallbearers will be employees of Miami Theater, Inc.” Here is his burial site: www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=MUR&am...;

Conducting the funeral for James Murphy was Rev. Russ Martin who was not only the pastor of the largest congregation in Miami but he was the voice of the Miami Eagles over KGLC radio. And what a voice Martin had. He was as good as anyone on national radio broadcasts of his era. He would be better than 99.99% of those broadcasting games now.

But, the most startling item, in the funeral announcement, was contained in the last person mentioned as being a pallbearer. Tommy Warren had been gone from Miami for a month at the time of Murphy’s death and he returned to pay homage to a young man he had befriended. Warren was facing imminent incarceration at the Oklahoma State Penitentiary at McAlester, yet made the trip from Tulsa to say his farewell. In that act alone it showed that Warren possessed some great character traits. I always have claimed that of all the people from the opposing teams that I enjoyed most, as my time as batboy, Tommy Warren was right at the top.

Brief look at the life of James Albert Murphy

Born in Joplin, MO in 1924--Moved to Picher, OK by 1930--Dad worked on WPA project as a foreman in 1940 at Galena, KS--was an employee of Coleman Theater--Never married.

All obituaries of former KOM leaguers are shared with Jack Morris in Coventry, PA who maintains a large database on such information. Here is a note shared with him. “Like many others, Murphy, has to be included in the record books of baseball history as having one plate appearance and going hitless. I think he flied out to centerfield but I’m not 100% sure.” (Someday I will get the answer to that question—That answer came a couple of days later from Delbert Wichtendahl—I did a quick correction to show that Murphy didn’t strike out.)

Profile:

James Albert Murphy

Born: February 22, 1924

Place: Joplin, Missouri

Died: September 30, 1951

Place: Joplin, MO—Keystone Hotel

Career: Pinch hit one game. He went to the plate and never took a swing. He walked on four pitches. He scored as he was urged to circle the bases without any attempt by the opposition for a put out.

Now, the rest of the story:

Prior to springing this story on the reluctant few readers I felt it was necessary to recheck the details of the story through two of the people who witnessed the one game appearance of James Murphy.

A telephone call was placed to Godfrey, Illinois and the person on that end of the line was Loyd Wayne Simpson and he was eager to talk about that incident and others from his 1951 season with both Pittsburg, Kansas and Miami, OK. He played with Pittsburg for 90 games until the St. Louis Browns released him. He was eager to get back home to eastern Illinois. However, he said Tommy Warren called him and asked him to join the Miami club for the last seventeen games of the seasons and eventually the playoffs.

Another call was made to Wittemore, Iowa where I conversed with Delbert Wichtendahl a hard throwing lefthander who was signed by the Miami Eagles after he was released by the Ponca City Dodgers. Independent teams, like Miami, were always eager to sign players released by teams with big league affiliation.

Joplin, Missouri isn’t all that far from where I live, as the crow flies, so I decided a telephone call to former Miami Eagle lefty, George Garrison, would provide another insight into the night Jimmy Murphy had his big thrill. (That didn’t pan out as you will learn if you keep reading.)

With input from the guys who played for Miami the night Jimmy Murphy was to make his only appearance in a baseball uniform I was sure that a more complete account of that could be constructed. All of the Miami players with whom I have spoken, over the years, made it clear that Murphy was mentally challenged and the Miami baseball team was another group in the community that went about making the young man’s life as meaningful as possible.

Wichtendahl recalls that the game where Murphy was to appear was promoted in the local media and a large crowd gathered for the game. Both Simpson and Wichtendahl recall that Murphy was a tall, slender man who was always neatly dressed. Simpson opined that he looked more like a basketball player than being cut out for baseball.

Simpson didn’t recall Murphy’s time at the plate as clearly as Wichtendahl. Wichtendahl remembers that Murphy went to the plate and never swung at a pitch. He took his walk and upon arriving at first base he was urged to go to second, upon arriving there he was sent to third base and when reaching the “hot corner base” he was sent to the plate. So, he ended his baseball career with no official times at bat with one run scored. Whether he was credited with three stolen bases is unknown. But, being able to join Miami for both Simpson and Wichtendahl provided conclusion to their minor league careers and some memories of a bygone they both cherish and enjoyed sharing with me when they were contacted by telephone. Wichtendahl said that he had some newspaper clippings that he would gather and send them to me. In those, he is sure the box score of the game where Murphy appeared is in the collection.

Plans to add more to this report got put on hold when I called George Garrison’s home in Joplin, MO and his wife told me he was delivering cookies. She said that he would be busy in the afternoon as his grandson would be pitching in an American Legion game. Thus, I figured Saturday morning would be a great time to call Garrison again. I decided prior to calling Garrison I’d work in the tomato patch which hasn’t been possible for the last week due to heavy rain.

As I toiled in the tomato patch the telephone rang and it was a fellow wanting to give back some old copies of the KOM League newsletters that I pass around to those who want to see “the real thing.” The caller lives 30 miles north of me but I knew that as a young man he played basketball at Webb City, MO High School for non other than the aforementioned, George Garrison. At that juncture I knew if I called Garrison, and tried to piece all of our conversation into this report, that it would be a book not a term paper. This report would have at least gone into the double digits, in size, and I started out this week attempting to trim the size of the reports. Never have I been accused of being smart but I can read trends as well as anyone. The trends of which I speak are Flash Report hits on the Flickr site. Since the first of the year the numbers have been: 22921, 13395, 29049, 5707, 10812, 3430, 13815, 1372, 9850, 4635, 8815, 3388, 11599, 6864. 5169. 4892, 1835, 1815 and 1853. The reports have not been posted every week on Flickr.

If the foregoing isn’t a downward trend then the St. Louis Cardinal front office isn’t in potentially hot water over alleged computer hacking. Either the interest of the readership has gone into the tank or the baseball photos of the 1951 Miami Eagles are of no interest to the masses.

So, next week, if a few people read this report, I’ll have some interesting comments on the baseball lives of George O’Don Garrison, Wayne Simpson and Delbert Wichtendahl.

You’ll find some references to big names of baseball’s past if I indeed put out a report next week. I’ll even tell the story why Roy Sievers is still is ticked off at Wayne Simpson for getting a larger contract for signing with the St. Louis Browns than he did. The Cardinals had attempted to sign both and give them sizeable contracts for that era but both chose the Browns thinking they could make it to the big leagues faster with the Browns than the Cardinals.

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