Playin' Catch

PLAYIN' CATCH

Mom and Dad would have the car packed the night before we left,
the station wagon filled with all the essentials we'd need for our
extended camping trips. Dad always made sure I had my ball glove
ready for rest stop breaks. This was my favorite anticipated time of
the trip!... when we would stop, Dad would tell me to grab my glove, 
but I was already out the door, lookin' for a clear stretch of grass to
throw with him. Dad had the same glove all through the years, an
old, beat up version that didn't have much padding. I used whatever
glove I was currently using for the team I was playing on, either
a present from him, or a gift, sometimes from a coach. Dad wanted 
me to start throwin' easy, as his eyesight wasn't all that sharp, and 
he needed to limber-up first, and focus on the 'heat!' I was tossin'.
I remember he would always encourage and compliment me on my
improvement since the last time we threw!. Our trip out west, "Custer's
Last Stand"...Yellowstone National Park".... our trips to "Itasca State Park"
and "Tettegouche State Park" always settin' aside time to "play-catch".

In time, Dad couldn't follow the thrown ball very good, and I remember 
when he told me he couldn't "play-catch" any more; by then I was
playin' varsity ball in high school, and Dad would come watch me play.
I always still brought his old glove and favorite 'rubber-coated' baseball
along on outings, so he wouldn't think I didn't remember he was 
still my hero, whether he could throw or not. I treasure those moments
now, and always try to 'play-catch' with the little cousins of mine, 
encourage and compliment them on their improvement,

.......since the last time we 'played-catch'








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Strand Avatar
July 11, 2009 at 1:30 AM
Congrats on your success in Matt's contest Jim.Rgds Brian
Richards Avatar
July 10, 2009 at 1:23 PM
A lovely story, and enjoyable to take the ride along with you! Congratulations on placing in Matt's contest!!! ~ Carrie
Fraser Avatar
June 25, 2009 at 10:33 AM
Wonderful memories of your father James>>James
Freeman Avatar
June 22, 2009 at 4:06 PM
Times we get to spent with our family is, precious. my grand mother, was my hero. My poem "The Passing Of Granny New" is a completely true story about my life as a child growing up with her!
Rider Avatar
June 15, 2009 at 10:05 AM
What a beautiful memory! It's wonderful to have such cherished moments in our lives! Good luck in the contest, James!
Bird Avatar
June 15, 2009 at 8:40 AM
You definitly know how to bring on the the water works big time. James, this is incredible and so wonderful that you have those blessed childhood memories. You have a big heart and thank you for sharing a piece of it with your friends at the soup.
Austin Avatar
June 15, 2009 at 6:11 AM
Hey! You be real good to your dad. Way to go, man! This poem of yours almost brings tears. Those moments, those outings are so precious. I've been the route you talk about. Have you ever been to Banff and Jasper in the Canadian Rockies? AWESOME! Thanks for reading my stuff
Strand Avatar
June 15, 2009 at 12:33 AM
Best wishes with this one Jim.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
Winter Avatar
June 14, 2009 at 1:33 PM
This really made me fill up with tears. Such a beautiful memory and bond of love captured! My heart is just a big mush right now. Sounds like you have a wonderful dad and it is obvious he passed so much of himself down to you. The cycle of life, huh. Moving and heartfelt. Love it. Good luck in the contest. Love, Shar
Sheart Avatar
June 14, 2009 at 1:09 PM
Hi James What a beautiful memory you have of your father as a young one playing catch with your father on your family outing trips. Such a precious time for you. You've written such a lovely tribute that honors the quality time you and your father had together so brilliantly. Just love this. Good luck in the contestTake and many blessings to you and yours. Love Light Truth Patricia Thanks for your most welcome comments on my latest
Cantu Avatar
June 14, 2009 at 12:40 PM
Wow, so emotive; this kind of time with family is what the world misses in our modern era; thanks a lot for sharing this...it made me think about the kind of time I would love to spend with my dad more oftenly; awsome writing, pretty honest and fluid, with exceptionaly clear images; =D thanks for the experience
Anish Avatar
June 14, 2009 at 9:53 AM
Nice memories in this poem! I remember playing ball with my father who was a fast runner at the time. He can't run now but I wish he could. We just discuss the Mets now. Fine work! Yours Matthew Anish
Burton Avatar
June 13, 2009 at 9:19 PM
I got a tear inn my eye man.. theres the ones who will read ya stuff and those who will read half way and write what others say and bits and pieces of their own.... You should write books or something because while I WAS READING THIS I could see the intire game in my mind. Enjoyed and have a great night. Do you write books?
Chircop Avatar
June 13, 2009 at 3:26 PM
This is beautiful,a reflection of your good heart of course JIM-of course you made sure your Dad always felt himself a hero--nostalgia,memories of the past remains with us forever--beautiful and brilliant my dear friend---charma
Al-Riyami Avatar
June 13, 2009 at 4:45 AM
This is one of Your Best Jim:) Good work
Gorelick Avatar
June 12, 2009 at 4:18 PM
I love this..I spent many, many hours playing ball with my boys. One time my son threw a heater and hit me in the knee.. I hobbled aound for a month. My fault "should have caught it!" Love this write. Good luck in the contest. BG
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June 12, 2009 at 4:13 PM
I love this piece Jim..love the first half of the poem and how you detailed the memories of packing and the trip itself..the second half of the piece when your dad got ill and wasn't able to play catch much more is very heartbreaking..I can feel the love, happiness and sadness intertwined in this well written piece of art..good work brother.
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