Fall 1948 approached with change in the air for our little family of three -- my parents, new teen me, and two dogs. A few months prior, I had to heart-breakingly part with my dog, King, which I've previously written about. Property, all other animals and most of our belongings were sold at public auction that fall. We moved into a small Trotwood trailer, hitched to our old Plymouth car and drove across the country in search of a climate a doctor reportedly thought might be a more healthy environment for Pop considering his worsening heart and respiratory problems.
In the months ahead I attended four different Jr. High Schools in various states before we finally unexpectedly settled in one state half-way back across the continent from the Southwest. We were returning to the Great Lakes Midwest area but stopped in the South, considerably short of where we had originally started. Our western Arizona destination had been reached, but after only a few months in residence, the ensuing dust storms sweeping across the desert soon proved to be the exact opposite of Pop's needed healthy breathing environment, so we had headed back home.
This trek, plus where we actually put down roots in the South for a number of years, proved to be an educational experience contributing significantly to influencing my attitudes and helping form my beliefs -- including my personal philosophy toward marriage, culture, race relations, living.
Throughout that relocation trip the memories of the Cleveland Indians good fortunes winning the 1948 Baseball World Series stayed with me . Their memory seemed to offer a stable sense of place that was important to me long after the baseball season ended. That Spring, Summer and Fall we had followed the Cleveland Indians march toward winning an American League pennant.
I had immersed myself in the sport, charting score cards of every radio broadcast game we heard.
To this day the names of many of the '48 Indian players and some of their unique plays are etched in my memory.
The Cleveland Indians in winning the 1948 Baseball World Series, had their first championship since 1920. Their Boston Braves losing opponents had not won their National League pennant since 1914, so still had that win in which to take pride. I never followed a major league baseball team as closely afterward, but the Indians always had special meaning for me well beyond sports and baseball. They symbolized much more to me those many years ago -- a connection to my often longed-for home state since I was living in a somewhat isolated environment.
My marriage many years later ultimately lead to my living on the West Coast. I've long since ceased to regularly follow baseball or any specific team. I've been aware the long-suffering Chicago Cubs baseball team fans have been awaiting their turn -- to be not only a National League pennant winner participating for the first time in the World Series since 1945 -- but to win that title, too, since 1908 was their last championship. Through the years when I've heard mention of how the Cubs finished another year without winning, I've come to wish they could -- now, they finally have a chance.
The Cleveland Indians last represented the American League in 1997, but haven't won a World Series since 1948 -- that significant year to me. I surely do wish they could finally win again.
Actually, I would prefer these two teams were each in the playoffs against some other team -- one this year, the other next year -- rather than against each other, so each could possibly be a World Series winner.
I read sports writers predict a Chicago Cubs win, but I have mixed feelings, wanting the Cubs to win, but.....my reticent feelings, associated with my allegiances to those long ago '48 Cleveland Indians, coupled with their once symbolic meaning to me, have me wanting the Indians to win, too. The first game is completed in the Indians favor. I think this will be an interesting World Series to follow. Perhaps, when the games conclude I'll be happy with whoever wins, but feel a touch of sadness for the other team.