There's little doubt that Ebbets Field was the center of my universe during the early 1950s. It was the place where Gil, Duke, Pee Wee, and Roy lived. On or near my birthday each year, my father and mother would take me (and my sister) to see the Dodgers play the Giants at Ebbets Field. Through all of the cheering and bustle, there was a wonderful peacefulness. It's hard to explain. The grass was greener than any other on earth and the clay was red in contrast to the brown infield that I played on at home. My mother loved Gil Hodges and my father loved to give the umpires a hard time. We ate hot dogs and peanuts and threw the shells on the ground.
Ebbets Field was simply the best place on earth.
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Sounds like the "Good old days!"
Spending time with family and friends at any venue create happy memories.
We have to remember to take the time to help create these special memories for our children and grandchildren.
It's always wonderful to look back at the wonderful memories our parents make for us...so we can share them with our children...and their children...and so on and so on...
I was born too late to enjoy Ebbets. My first trip to a ballpark was to Shea - when it was new and nice.My mother and father took me to see the Mets (they lost, I'm sure) - I also seem to remember that they took me to the Polo Grounds before shea was built. Yes, my mother loved baseball and I seem to remember her mentioning to me how much she loved Gil.
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What a sight!--------- My first Dodger game at Ebbets Field as a young girl. It was in "Color"--- Real, Live Color. The grass was Green and the uniforms had Blue in them! Before that, baseball was black and white on a small TV screen. It was probably 1950 or 1951 and we sat behind first base because Daddy felt we would have a great veiw of the game AND we were very close to the dugout. Of course my favorite player was Gil Hodges the first baseman, in my girlish view he was a "doll". His number was 14 and I guess that's why my brother also favored him. My brother's birthday is August 14 and 14 has always been his lucky number.
Now, Mom was a Dodger Fan from way back. She grew up in a Dodger household. I can remember my Grandpa listening to the games on his large radio. No one was allowed to say a word so he wouldn't miss a play. Mom was especially fond of Pee Wee Reese. One season the Dodgers were honoring him with a special Pee Wee Reese Night and Dad got tickets for all of us as Her Birthday Present!!!
Baseball has never been the same to me since the Dodgers moved to L.A. Once a Brooklyn Dodger Fan always a Brooklyn Dodger Fan! We paid our dues---- with all those games with the N.Y. Giants! We were National League Fans and that meant you were never, ever an American League Fan and especially NEVER a YANKEE Fan! When the Dodgers went to California,-- Brooklyn was never the same. But before they left, they gave us all a special gift ----They FINALLY won a World Series! That was Brooklyn's Finest Moment.
Great memories that will never fade.
You brought back some great personal memories ... My dad took me to my first baseball game at Ebbets Field ... I'll never forget walking up those ramps, then through the portals leading to the field and getting my first glimpse of that GREEN GRASS ... and the smells ... who could forget the smell of popcorn, peanuts, hot dogs, stale beer and the B.O. of the Brooklyn fans (many of the men wore suits and hats ... but no deodorant). Even the souvenir stand had a distinctive smell.
Keep blogging, Patch ... you write very well and it is a joy to share common memories of days-gone-by.
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