Lions Music Festival coming soon
The Centreville Lions Club appreciates the fine publicity with story and pictures o fthe upcoming Bay Music Festival on June 10 in the recent edition of the Chesapeake Explorer, but must caution all readers of that edition that it had the date and time wrong in its story.
The Festival is on June 10, not June 9 as was printed, and will run from 2 to 9 p.m., not 1 to 9 p.m. as was printed in the Explorer story. Also the Club is not having a cornhole tournament, which was also in the Explorer story; so don’t show up figuring to be in a cornhole tournament.
We look for a good crowd at the 4-H Fair Park on June 10 — it will be a grand affair for the whole family.
••• CHS ALUMNI DINNER As I have mentioned many times over the past years, our Centreville High School Alumni Association dinner is always a very nice affair and lets all of us who show up greet old friends and former classmates again, sometimes for the only time in a year.
It is indeed wonderful that an organization which cannot recruit new members and, in fact, always loses membership during the year, can have such a wonderful turnout each May.
A good addition this year was the lengthy history of our old high school, which was at each place setting. It was put together by the association’s secretary, Patsy Dadds Mock, who was a member of the Class of ‘66, which was the final class to graduate from CHS. She found papers that show the school commissioners on June 28, 1892, were seeking $10,000 from the county commissioners to build and equip a high school in Centreville. It took a few years, but finally in 1900, school board members awarded a bid of $16,280 to Edward E. Insley to build the school. Our school was opened on Tuesday, April 9, 1901, to accommodate 300 students, but only 111 were enrolled in four classes. The first graduating class was in 1903.
••• BASEBALL HERE IN 1946 Had every intention of celebrating the 70th anniversary of Centreville’s final year in organized professional baseball last summer, but notes got mixed up and lost in this messy desk and I never finished reading the 1946 bound file of the Record-Observer to get the story together.
So here we go just a year later of that wonderful bitter-sweet summer when we won it all, and then lost it all as the Baltimore Orioles, which put their farm club here, did not return.
We were in the eight-team Eastern Shore Baseball League and I was lucky enough to be named official scorer for the team and sat in the telephonesized booth on the top row of the old wooden grandstand at the foot of Belvedere Avenue as my old classmate and friend George Aldridge did the playby-play for every home game.
The team won its opening game, May 9 over Cambridge, 8-1 with 1,500 fans in the ballpark. We went on to win the regular season schedule, 88 wins and 37 losses, and then took the playoffs and pennant. At one of the games, the field was filled with 2,563 fans, over-capacity attendance.
I was editor of the paper at the time and also sports editor, writing about every game that summer, and said we hoped the team would return for another year, but it did not happen. In fact, the Eastern Shore League folded in 1949.
Oh, and I ran across a little poem that I printed on the sports page that was written by Ida Mae Dodd, where she wrote about Jack Dunn III, the team’s general manager.
••• HINDENBURG VISIT? A story in the Baltimore Sun the other morning told of the giant zeppelin the German-built Hindenburg flying over Baltimore on Aug. 8, 1936. It said the airship had flown down from New Jersey and came on down the Eastern Shore to Centreville, where it turned and flew west across the Bay to Baltimore.
Can any of my senior readers recall that day? I was only 12 and don’t recall ever hearing about the visit of that great airship over town.
••• CARDINALS FEEDING It was fun a couple mornings this week to watch the big red cardinal feeding under the finch feeder in the backyard, then also picking up a seed or two and going over to a smaller cardinal and feeding it.
The d*** black birds get into our smaller finch feeder and clean it out before the smaller birds can get a bite to eat and I am filling it nearly every day. Our largest feeder by the rose garden doesn’t seem to get the business the finch feeder gets and I only fill it about once a week.