I was on Safety Patrol in the 5th grade. At the end of the school year, the students who participated were rewarded with a field trip to the Detroit Tigers game. I don’t remember who they played or which team won. And, I burned from the sun that day.
One of my favorite summer memories was watching my family play baseball. Today, it reminds me of my maternal grandfather. Before he passed away, he played softball with the church leagues. When I visited with my grandparents over the summer, we would all gather at the ball field while my grandfather and uncle would play ball.
As a suggested read from my mother, I gladly opened A Painted House and began my journey with the Chandler family amidst their picking season on a cotton farm in Arkansas. In a slow southern style, John Grisham walked me through the days of a seven-year old boy who had a fascination with Tally, one of… Continue reading A Painted House