{"id":32770,"date":"2020-08-23T18:56:16","date_gmt":"2020-08-23T23:56:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=32770"},"modified":"2020-09-03T22:04:09","modified_gmt":"2020-09-04T03:04:09","slug":"a-sunday-afternoon-walk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=32770","title":{"rendered":"The Old Baseball Field"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

It was a pleasant afternoon — sunny and not too hot. The clouds were numerous and billowing. All in all, a nice late August afternoon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Looking<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

For no particular reason, I decided to go for a walk over to the baseball field on the hill opposite mine. According to June Lloyd<\/a>‘s article in the York Daily Record<\/a> last November, Yoe had a baseball team in the 1930s, and it’s possible — probable, even — that the local team played in the same location; there’s really no other place in Yoe a baseball field could go, given that the town is wedged between two hills, and there’s not a lot of level land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Looking<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I’ve walked to the ballfield a few times the past seven years, but not in a while. It’s a little out of the way. While it’s on north Maple Street and my apartment complex is off south Maple Street, the north and south Maple Streets do not connect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It was hard to say when someone had last played on the field, though the remnants of chalk lines from some past game were visible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n