Letter: Sunset League memories
Re “Sunset League faces dire straits” (Monitor front page, May 7):
I was saddened to read that one of the city’s finest sports programs is having financial problems. My father Ira Leon Evans was, for several years, treasurer of the Sunset League in the 1930s. It was a period when the League often drew lots of fans after supper. In our house it was a time when the evening meal was over quickly by 6 p.m. He and I hurried up Beacon Street to park his 1936 Ford Couple to be sure to get located on a rather long narrow strip of ground in the northwest corner of the park. We joined with many other cars that swung into that stretch of ground from home plate straight back to third base.
It was an excellent spot to get a good view of the action. Halfway through the game, Dad would hand me his hat. I jumped out of the car and ran parallel toward third base stopping at every parked car along the way. At each vehicle I’d collect some change and often some paper money as well.
I wasn’t interested in how much was collected in my Dad’s hat – it was to help the league financially. But I did receive from him a dime, which was almost instantly handed over to Ben Katchadorian who biked his portable popcorn stand up from downtown and had parked it right in the middle of the row of cars.
A paper bag, full of popcorn, was my pay for helping, and the Sunset League received the results of our efforts.
I do hope that Jeremy Blackman’s fine article in the Monitor about the current sunset League will help the cause.
ROBERT JAY EVANS