Memories from the summer of 1962

June 1962 was the opening of Gurney Baseball Park. At last we had organized baseball, as we had played backyard, empty lot games with neighborhood kids. If our wooden bats broke or cracked we would nail, glue and tape them back together. So, here I was, a 9-year-old, red-hair and freckles. My coach, Jimmy Watson, made me the pitcher. the only team mate I remember was my catcher, Archie Summerlin,…