They don’t call baseball ‘America’s Favorite Pastime’ for nothing. It’s a family tradition that brings people together through good and bad times. This couldn’t be any truer for my family. My parents have six children. I have one older sister and two older brothers and a younger brother and sister. We all play either baseball or softball. We have a sign that hangs on our front door during the spring that says, “If we aren’t home, check the ballfield”. For my family it isn’t just about playing a sport, it is truly a family tradition.
My Grandpa Elmer loved baseball and spent years of his adult life playing men’s softball, so my dad and his family all grew up loving the game. Unfortunately, my Grandpa passed away from colon cancer before any of us kids were born. My parents have made sure that his four pillars have been instilled in each of us: faith, family, farming and baseball. My family lives on the family farm where my dad grew up. We raise beef cattle and egg-laying chickens. At a very early age, you start helping out on the farm and learning how to drive equipment. We harvest crops such as: soybeans, wheat and corn. We don’t farm enough to be considered full-time farmers, but just enough to keep us busy and teach us a solid work ethic. My Grandpa believed that God gave us land and animals to use for resources, so it was necessary to be grateful for all that he provided.
Our parents teach us that the skills we have are gifts from above. The only way we can say thank you is to use them for good and not evil. Throughout life we go through many ups and many downs; no matter where we are in life, God is with us through it all. Our church, St. Mary Catholic Church, has an annual summer social. It is a huge 2-3 day celebration over Father’s Day weekend. There are several food vendors, kids games, bingo, and a men’s softball tournament. Every year my Grandpa was the organizer of the softball tournament. Men would come play in the tournament and bring their families to celebrate Father’s Day weekend. Once my grandpa died, several committee members told my Dad that he should take it over. So for the last 27 years, my Dad has continued where my Grandpa left off. And every year for as long as I can remember, my Dad, brothers and I would take care of the softball field and make sure it was ready for the annual summer social tournament. Some of my greatest memories are on that diamond, spraying weeds, raking dirt, retrieving homerun balls; these are memories that tie my brothers and I to our Grandpa even though we never had the chance to meet him. This is why baseball holds a special place in my heart, it’s literally a family tradition for my family that ties generations together.