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It was the summer of ‘79 and I was still on active duty. I lived in Fernbridge, CA for almost two years and guess that besides the 10 or 15 people that live in my house, the entire population of the town was maybe 50 give or take a few. Of those, there were probably 8 or 10 kids ranging from 7 to about 15 years old. Over the years I’d gotten to know most of them, they were always hanging around the store or playing on the hill behind the house. They were poor kids but no bother really, they just needed something to occupy their time in a small town with absolutely no entertainment.
I was tossing a baseball with a few of one day and had an idea to put together a scrimmage game in the potato field across the road by the river bank. We scrounged up some equipment I had, walked off a baseline and started to play. It turns out that these kids were actually pretty good, they just never had the chance to play a real game before. Over the next several weeks, when I was on my 96, they would pound on my door relentlessly until I gave in and have a game with them. This went on for a while until I had the idea to take them all up to the base and let them play on a decent field for a change. I got permission from their parents and arranged for some additional transportation out to the base and away we went.
We made the trip out to Centerville only to find that my buddy Billy was using the field that day for practice. Seems Billy had put together a ladies team comprised of the Waves from CVB. Needless to say, the kids were really disappointed to find the field unavailable and we almost left until I decided to challenge Bills ladies to a little pickup game of softball. Bill thought at the time it would be good practice for his team and figured my ragtag team of kids would be no problem at all. He had no idea what was about to happen.
The game started rather slowly until I noticed a few weak spots in Billy’s defense and then the fun began…I decided to bat cleanup and told my kids to do whatever they could to get on base. It was really quite comical to watch these kids hit a ground ball and beat the throw to the bag. The opposition’s defense was no match for the blinding speed of some of them. They would load up the bases and I would push one down the right field line for a grand slam. Bills right fielder was playing so far off the line it really wasn’t very hard to do. Before he knew what hit him, we were up by so many runs that Bill called the “Mercy rule” to end the game. I don’t recall how many grand slams I managed but there was more than one. We played around on the field for a while but we’d had our fun. The kids went back to school in September but they talked about that game for months. I became a civilian shortly after that and said my goodbyes.
It was all in good fun and on occasion I wonder what ever happened to all those kids. I hope I was able to imprint a good memory for them because it’s always been a good one for me. Hopefully, when they grew into young men and women, they remembered a skinny sailor who took the time to give them something to do during that summer and maybe; just maybe, it made a difference in their lives. I sure hope so…..