1.Pap coached little league baseball for years. He coached the teams Steve played on until he moved on to high school level and he coached the teams Paul played on until he too moved on to the high school level. All those years of coaching means a lot of boys and a few girls walk around with memories of coach Jerry Wilson in their heads. At Pap’s funeral more than a few of the boys, now grown into middle aged men with graying hair and deepening laugh lines, walked through the visitation line. Two of them couldn’t speak to me. One finally managed a word of condolence the other could not summon one syllable to rise above his sadness. Sadness over a baseball coach that he never even talked to much in the last 30 years. I’d heard about Pap’s influence being great in the lives of the players he coached, yet it was only at his funeral that I realized the depth of meaning behind the stories I’d heard.
A few weeks ago a former baseball player posted a team photo on facebook and asked for help in identifying the players. True friendliness showed up in the comments as folks looked back on those years with great fondness for each other, for the sport of baseball, and for one of their coaches named Jerry Wilson.
2. Granny’s already working on her Christmas presents. She crocheted cozies for two little round tins for the girls. When I stopped by one day last week she said “I made these for Christmas but go ahead and give them to the girls, tell them I said its Christmas in July.”
3. Paul and the girls started working on a cd last week. They already have tracks laid down for three songs. The songs will be on a cd we have planned-sort of a compilation of The Pressley Girls and the Blind Pig Gang. Paul and Pap had been working on several songs in the months before Pap passed away. I’ll keep you updated on the progress of the cd.
4. I think I’m growing the world’s largest Candy Roaster. I said I think because this one isn’t growing no where near where I planted the seed. The giant is growing in my watermelon patch. I added some compost from the front garden to my new watermelon bed in the back garden and I’m guessing I carried along a few seeds from last year. There’s several green striped cushaw and a few spaghetti squash volunteering in the bed too. Oh well I guess if my watermelons don’t make I’ll at least have winter squash a plenty.
Paul and I are still mostly in the planning stages for the dvd I told you about a while back. On the Blind Pig and The Acorn Youtube channel there are 3 Front Range covers in the top 20 viewed videos. We won’t put all 3 of them on the dvd, we will most likely go with the one that has the most views which is The Hills I Call Home written by Bob Amos-it has over 27,000 views. My favorite of the 3 is further on down the list, Fergus County Jail. I love the song, I believe I’ve written about it at least twice. The song’s got it all: a story that keeps you hanging onto the edge of your seat, a lonesome catchy sound, and a longing to be back on the farm with the whippoorwills singing in the dell. The video is pretty much perfection. Paul could do it another 1,000 times and we’d never capture the sound we did that day. Go here to see the Fergus County Jail video for yourself.
p.s. The photo at the top of the page is different from the one circulating on facebook. My best guess at the boys in the photo shared here is: from bottom left-Mitchell Phillips, ?, Corky Anderson, Jan McCoy; from top left-Larry (Lum) Ledford, Keith Williams, Keith (Pickle) Stalcup, ?, Steve Wilson, Curry Penland, ?. If you recognize any of the ? boys I’d appreciate it if you’d tell me who you think they are.