Play Ball...

I think one of my favorite memories of Dad was going to the ball park
with him. I can remember as a little girl him being my coach. (I think
he coached all of us at some point) We would practice at the Garland
Elementry school in the mornings. It seemed like the whole summer we
where at a ball game every night of the week. Wether is be one of us
kids games or the womens games at Garland or Deweyville parks.

Playing ball has good memories. I can remember not being very old and
Dad put me on 2nd base at the Garland Elementry School. There was a
runner on 1st and 2nd and a batter up. All I can remember is the ball
getting hit and holding out my mit. I caught the ball tag my base and
touched the runner. I got all three outs. I think this was the
beginning and end of my ball career, even though I loved the sport.

I remember running around ball parks playing games with the other
kids, getting treats at the hamberger shack and one time, out to
Deweyville, Nate caught a bull frog that dad let us bring home. I
can't remember the frog living very long. I think it escaped to the
field out back.

Melissa