Plymouth Visit

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Mayflower II, a replica of the original Mayflower.

Earlier this month, my wife and I were in Boston and decided to make a day trip to Cape Cod.  Along the way we stopped by Plymouth, Massachusetts, where we found the Plymouth Rock which is the spot where the Pilgrims landed in the New World.  This place is especially interesting to me because I am a Descendant of one of the Pilgrims.  My grandfather was very interested in genealogy and assembled some great documentation of that fact, along with the whole family tree.

Plymouth Rock
Plymouth Rock, partially obscured by a shadow

As for The Rock itself, it was not as large as I would have thought.  There was a monument surrounding the rock, which was erected in 1920 to commemorate the 300th anniversary.  We wondered for a moment what might be planned in a few years for the 400th anniversary.

The Mayflower II, pictured above, is a replica of the actual Mayflower ship.  We did not board the ship for a tour, as it didn’t really seem worth the money.

I really enjoyed the visit to Plymouth.  If you are interested in history, this small town is rich with it.

More Baseball From Dad

Here’s another story from Dad from the mid 1950’s:

Another story was when we were playing Cannon Falls at Cannon Falls.  They didn’t have grass on the infield and the field was actually on hard, dry clay.  Our pitcher had three speeds.  Slow, slower and slower yet. We had just gotten new uniforms and we were pretty cocky.  Cannon Falls had a first baseman that was about 6’5″ and 250 pounds.  He was a farm kid wearing bib overalls.  I was playing third base.  He teed off on a slower yet fastball and hit me right in the chest.  Knocked me back about 5 feet.  I managed to
finish the game but I was really sore.

Dad’s Baseball Stories: #1

My dad and I have been having fun sharing stories from our experiences with baseball.  Last September we got the opportunity to share a Twins game at Target Field, and as a result this conversation started. 

My Dad and I at Target Field

Now, Dad is starting to write these stories down, which will be a lot of fun in the weeks and months to come.

The following account came from my Dad, from the mid to late 1950’s.  I have heard many of his stories over the years, but I have not heard this one.

I was playing town team baseball for the Northfield
Knights
.  Our motto was “Once a king always a king and once a night is enough”.  We were playing the Miesville Mudhens at Miesville. 

Miesville circa 2008

They didn’t have a fence around the outfield, only a drainage ditch.  The Miesville batter hit one into deep right field.  Our right fielder at that time was Larry.  He went wayyyy back after the high fly and ended up in the ditch that happened to be full of cow manure.  Needless to say he was not a happy camper.  There was no running water at the field so he stunk up the place for the rest of the game.