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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Babe (Enes) Ruth

Mom (third from the left). And five out of eight brothers.

Girls raised on a ranch, doing 'ranch stuff' alongside the men, are often mistaken for yet another of those men.

Until someone gets close enough to see that there are definite differences.
It's the original 'gender confusion'.
Now, on to my story . . .
Enes, my Mom, like her daughter after her, was raised on a ranch.
Surrounded by brothers.
I had three.
She had eight.
I had sisters.
She didn't.
She spent her days working alongside her brothers.
And playing sports.
I spent my days occasionally crossing paths with my brothers as they worked.
And playing make-believe.
No big surprise that, of the two of us, she was the one with the biggest muscles.
And the most athletic ability.
But like me, dressed in jeans and shirts, and with fair hair cropped short, she was often mistaken for yet another brother.
Shortly after she and my father were married, they were invited to join with the rest of their rural Milk River community in an afternoon pot luck and a game of baseball.
Mom excitedly prepared yummy eats. Sandwiches, salads and her special 'out of this world' pie. And grabbed her baseball glove.
The two of them spent a wonderful time, eating and visiting. Mom got to know many of her neighbours.
The nearest of which lived nine miles away.
Finally, the food was packed up and the game began.
Mom was picked early. She was obviously young and strong.
And there had to be an even number of guys and girls on each team.
Her 'captain' didn't realize that he'd just picked a ringer.
Mom walked up to the plate for her first turn at bat. The ball came towards her.
She swung.
Remember where I mentioned that she had played sports with her brothers?
She often beat them.
The bat connected with the ball with a healthy 'crack'.
And sent it out of the park.
So to speak.
The ball shot over the outfielder's heads.
They stared at it blankly for a moment.
Then started to run.
Her team was ecstatic.
One young team member crowed loudly, “Atta Boy! Enes, old girl!”
And the confusion continues . . .
I know, I know. Who'd of thought . . .

19 comments:

  1. Hee hee! What a lovely photo; your mom was a beauty.

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    1. Thank you, Jenny! I think she just had it all! :)

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  2. I have two fave parts of the morning. One of them is when I come here and for a moment, live your fun, wholesome family's life. ;-)

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    1. Carol, that is the nicest comment ever! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

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  3. I had 3 sisters and no brothers. It was wonderful, but I was always one of the last to be picked at sports in elementary school :(
    There were a few younger years of a pixie-style hair cut when I could have been mistaken for a boy though!

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  4. I was so tall and thin, I'm pretty sure I could have passed for a boy until I was at least 16. Great story!

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    1. Yeah. 16 was my age of development, too!

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  5. This is an very fun story. I grew up with two brothers and I was diffidently a tom boy. I loved climbing trees and many other things like that. Loved this one and blessings for it.

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    1. We would definitely have gotten along, LeAnn! :)

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  6. Clearly your strong and beautiful mom was capable of doing anything she wanted to. Love this story.

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    1. She was my example in everything! She opened so many doors!

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  7. Such a great story, Diane--our mother was athletic too, much more so than either of us. Her talent was pitching--she could whip a ball past your head so fast you weren't even sure it had gone by. :)

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    1. Moms are amazing, aren't they?! The people they were before they became 'Mom'.

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  8. Your mum was a good all-rounder,excelling at pretty much everything.

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    1. She was amazing! And you should have tasted her pie! :)

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  9. My daughter was gifted in reading and the county made these huge posters to show the importance of reading. She had just gotten her glasses and a haircut. She could have been Harry Potter's twin!

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