Just some thoughts:
I like to read.
Most of my reading is of non-fiction. With an exception of one special writer, John Grisham. Grisham writes so good that it is believable. Two of my favorite books of his are Bleachers and A Painted House.
I want a movie to be made from the book Bleachers. I have even picked out the actor I want to play Neely (Crenshaw) and the actress to play Cameron. My two favorite characters from the book. You’ll have to read the book for yourself to see why.
In some ways I identify with certain things, happenings in both those books. In the book A Painted House, the young boy, Luke, is a huge baseball fan. He loves the Cardinals. I smiled when I read of his feelings about his baseball glove. “I slept with it nightly and oiled it weekly, and nothing was as dear to my soul.” This was Luke talking about his Rawlings baseball glove. Reading about Luke and his baseball glove reminded me of my first baseball glove and how it all came about.
I was eight or nine years old when I got my first baseball glove. Most Saturday’s nights when I was a small boy my folks would go to town. Town’s back in the mid-50s’ stayed open on Saturday nights. Remember the line from a Statler Brothers song asking the question, “Do the stores still stay open on Saturday night downtown?”
That town was Sullivan. Sullivan, Indiana. If you didn’t have a television, which at the time my family did not, you could go to the local furniture store and watch the Indiana University game from the television they had in the store window. I watched many a IU basketball game from that store. (Schulndt, Kraak, Farley, Scott & Leonard–IU’s starting five-I have never forgotten-that would be Don, Charlie, Dick, Burke and Bobby–if you want first names. Oh, the first guy off the bench, that would be Dick White–Wiley High School–Terre Haute,Indiana )
My folks would drive to the town square angle park and I would be given instructions, “Now your on your own for a while but make sure you are back at the car before nine.” With that I would be off. I always had two places to go. First would be Arnold’s newsstand. There I would stand and look at the latest basketball magazines on the rack. Then sit at a booth and have a cherry coke. I could nurse that coke for the longest time and hope someone would play Patty Page’s “Tennessee Waltz” on the jukebox.
From Arnold’s I would then go to the Western Auto store. One Saturday night I saw this baseball glove at this store. I wanted that glove so bad. It was $4.99. I had saved from my grass cutting from the past two weeks I had saved $1.50. That night and with that glove I was introduced to the world of credit. Quickly I left the store went and found my dad. I explained to him there was this special ball glove (Nellie Fox model) that I really wanted but I was about $2.50 shy of the purchase price.
That night at such a tender age I made my first plunge into the world of credit. Sorry Dave Ramsey. My dad loaned me the $2.50 needed to buy the glove. That night when we got home dad and I sat down at the kitchen table. “You now are in debit $2.50,” he said. From that evening my dad taught me about the matter of credit and payments.
I agreed to pay him at least .25 cents a week and if possible more until the balance of the loan was paid off. He even had me draw up a “contract.” I drew up wording from some notebook paper I had that said “I agree to pay John Adamson .25 cents a week until the balance of the loan of $2.50 is paid.” He had me draw a line and had me sign my name on that line. He did likewise for a line we made for him. “Ok this is what you have agreed to do and each week you will have to come up with at least .25 cents.” His words to me as we each signed the paper. The signed paper was then placed in an empty cigar box I kept under my bed where I kept my monies.
From that night on each week, generally on Saturday’s he and I would sit down and go over the matter of our loan arrangement. I would make my .25 cent payment to him. He would note the decreasing balance due on the glove. From the simple purchase of that glove at about age eight I was introduced to the world of credit and taught how ones is to handle debt. Over the years my dad and I would repeat that process on other purchases. I specifically remember he and I working out a similar agreement when a few years later I would purchase a English racing bicycle.
Many years later when I would return to my parents home for a visit I would go to the basement and on a shelf I would see that old glove. I would be reminded of that lesson my dad taught me.
July 11, 2017