The Catcher's Mitt

by: michelewln

Tue Feb 12, 2013 at 12:14:43 PM EST



The owner of the catcher's mitt was born on October 16, 1882 and was named James Francis Wilson. He was called Frank. I never knew him personally because he died before I was born. What I know of him I know from my Dad. Frank was his father and Daddy loved him dearly.

Dad had this to say about his father and baseball.

Until the depression started in 1929, Dad played semi-pro ball for the company he worked for. He was an excellent catcher, and had played with many of the future major league stars. He had progressed up to Triple A Ball with both Beaumont of the Texas League and Milwaukee of the American Association, but was prevented from going on to the majors because of his size; he was only 5'8" and 152 pounds. He was a better defensive catcher than Mickey Owens, and a better hitter then Wade Killefer, but he was just too small. The then New York Giants did have his contract in perpetuity though.

When cleaning up the house to sell I found a metal box. I had to break the lock to get it open to see what was inside. It contained My Dad's baseball gloves from the time he was a child until he retired and no longer played. I distributed the other gloves to my brothers and niece but I kept the catcher's mitt. Dad had very little from his Dad but that mitt traveled around the country with him.

I would have loved to have known my paternal grandfather. In knowing my Dad though I got to know this grandfather. Dad's sisters said that Dad and his father were very much alike. They had to double check when one walked into the room to see which one it was. They looked and sounded so much alike that it was difficult to tell them apart at first glance.

Dad got his love of sports from his Dad. I got my love of sports from him. Being an only girl I loved to play catch with my Dad. He taught me to throw a baseball and softball as well as a football. When you are an only daughter with a sport's nut Dad it helps to be a tomboy. To this day I love to watch sports.

Dad took us to many baseball games when we lived in the Bay Area. We cheered on both the Giants and the A's. We watched football every Sunday. Dad was a huge Raiders fan but he also watched the 49ers.

When I look at that old catcher's mitt it brings back memories of my Dad. It also connects me to a man I never knew but still love. My Dad loved him dearly and that is good enough for me.

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James Francis Wilson

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Dad and I

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The Catcher's Mitt

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"Pitchers and catchers report today" (2.00 / 7)
Hope springs eternal as no team has lost a single game in 2013.

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Michelewln, what a wonderful tribute (2.00 / 5)
I was blessed in that I grew up with all 4 grandparents, at least until my paternal grandfather passed when I was 15.  My maternal grandfather was the sports guy; he coached swimming and track & field and football, and officiated meets as well.  He played for Penn State before the Paterno era, but he remained connected to the college, and he & my grandmother had season tickets to the football games until they died. I have some of his memorabilia and though he's been gone for almost 13 years, I'm glad I have that tangible connection.

what a cool story! (2.00 / 4)
i was happy to find a nice reminiscing about family and baseball here.  based on the title, i was expecting something about arizona's current governor.

heh.


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Very nicely done. (2.00 / 2)
Those tactile connections bring us closer to those before us.

When Donna's grandpa passed away there was an unseemly scrabble for his few items of value. We got two broken pocket watches and a silver match case.

They aren't for sale, they probably aren't worth much. But he carried them with him, held them in his hand and had them in his pocket as he went through his life.

I was fortunate to get to know Tom Sr. and his lovely Scottish smile. Some day we are going to get to Stonehaven, Scotland and walk around where he was a boy and young man.

Those connections are all way can have, and all we can pass down.

John Askren - "Never get into a pissing match with a skunk."


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