I learned about baseball as I sat between my great-grandfather and grandfather during holidays and summer picnics. If we were in the park, my uncles and cousins picked an area for the ball field. If we were at the farm, an empty pasture would suffice. As I grew, I became the runner for the older uncles, who weren’t fast anymore. Thus, I learned to play baseball under the guidance of my uncles and cousins.
Every Sunday after church services, the men and women separated by sexes and engaged in community activities. The men combined labor for barn raisings, fence construction, and sprucing up around the orchard. If there were no community projects, or they finished early, the men would spend the afternoon throwing horseshoes, racing horses, or holding shooting contests. The women would convene for sewing bees, canning sessions, or knitting circles. On Sunday evenings, the community would share dinner, then meet in a large, empty barn for square dances and hoe downs.
I remember when I was a little girl I was able to watch a lamb give birth in my grandpas barn. My grandpa was right there alongside the baby lamb the first time it took a step. Sometimes I think that my grandpas sanctuary was his barn and being with his animals. I believe he passed that on to me. He was also very quiet and did not speak unless it was something of importance, and was meaningful.
I remember Brent was stung by an asp in our backyard and Brad and I immediately went and bought to chickens to keep in the backyard so that they would eat all the asps and so that Brent would never be stung again. They grew up and apart but later crossed paths in junior or high school but I have not seen Brent in many years. We all carry special moments in time that we reflect on and one of my favorite was about Brent, with the point being that he clearly touched so many lives that he never even knew about.
As they continued to talk, they decide to go into Salinas for dinner and a movie. Henry stated he had a few things to take care of beforehand, so he left Elisa to her garden. A wagon with the words “Pots, pans, knifes, sisors, lawnmowers, Fixed.” painted on the side came down the dirt road and turned into the Allen’s yard. A large man with a grey stubble-beard
I was 10 years old when my parents finally allowed me to help cultivate the corn crops on the plantation we owned. Even though the hot Mexico sun was beating down and the air was so humid you could feel it on your fingertips, I loved every second of it. Year after year, I remember salvaging a few ears of corn and running back into the house, hoping that I don’t hear my parents coming after me. “Andrea!” they would shout, and I would giggle and put my hands behind my back. Then, I would stuff the stolen crops in the small crevice between the cupboard and the wall.
Each day I’d drive home along the back roads of Sonoma County. I’d pass many plots of farm land but there was one bit of land that always seemed so enchanting and beautiful. So many acres of land and yet none like this one. One day I the land owner walking out to his mailbox and I decided to stop for a moment and show him some gratitude for his outstanding property. “God gave your land quite a blessing by the looks of it!” I said to him.
We’ve never encountered any other tribes but we know they are out there. I took foot to my daily job on the farm. We pick corn and and other fruits or vegetables that our sprouting. It was a mile from our village and on the particular day the sun was shining and the heat beamed on us like lying your face next to a hot fire. We began our job and hours later we took our break.
1934 Roberto Clemente was born on August 18 ,1934 in Calonan,Puerto Rico.1943,As a child he played baseball with a crushed tin can and a broomstick.Sometimes, the made their bats with a branch from a guava tree.Roberto wanted a bike more than playing baseball.Roberto Clemente took a heavy jug of milk every morning and evening and got a penny.When he started playing as a kid nobody could strike him out. 1952 In 1952,Roberto Clemente went to a tryout to be drafted to a major league team.1954,he got drafted to to the Santurce Crabbers.Debating the Crabbers, in less than a month Roberto went to major league team tryout,and got drafted to the Brooklyn Dodgers with a ten thousand dollars!The most money that players from Puerto Rico was two hundred dollars and five
If I wasn’t playing baseball I was mowing, or I was helping clean out an apartment. By the end of baseball I believe I played 70 or more. I had a lot of fun playing baseball with the people I am grateful enough to call my teammates and friends. I’m actually not done with baseball yet because I am doing an ongoing baseball camp at Augustana that continues for multiple weeks during September. I got to go to Denver for a vacation.
In the spring, cut back on the hay and feed because the grass will provide them with the nutrients needed. During the summer, the cattle will not need any hay or feed; they will be able to get everything they need from the grass. Take the time to meet other ranchers managing cattle; they will help you whenever you need it. Always keep a veterinarian’s number saved in your phone, or even have it memorized. Things happen to cattle all the time but most of it you can treat