Monday, April 03, 2017
It might be Opening Day 2017, but in 1929 my mother and her little brother Roger lived in the Broadmoor on Connecticut Avenue. Their parents were the building's first managers, and that brought unexpected perks. The first floor had a beauty shop, and a big dining room. My mother had never had sherbet, and it wasn't served as dessert, but between courses. She was down with that. Then there was a private little school bus to take the kids to John Eaton. And sometimes free passes for movies at the Avalon. But best of all, my mother remembers a lot of Senators. Not so much politicians, but real live baseball players. In the house! The whole family got to go to games at Griffith Stadium. (By the way that dude in the tie is her grandfather, John Bailey, who was born in 1868.)
I grew up trooping up to Baltimore for games since DC lost its team in 1971. I still have a warm spot for the "O's," and miss Memorial Stadium where Earl Weaver tended his tomato plants when he wasn't coaching the team. And it was affordable. If memory serves me, I think it was a dollar for a bag of peanuts on the way in and five for a bleacher seat. WHAT? Even I can't believe it. Things have come full circle now with a team back in town and a new ball park on the Anacostia. Last year my son was lucky enough to land Nats tickets from a friend and rode his bike to the game. but, boy, got to save up for that hotdog.