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The Farwell Athletic Club

1931 Ashton-Farwell game 10-6 Farwell

I love this photo. It's my guess that those sideline fences were "mobile." What do you think? It makes sense when you realize that there were supposedly, four, that's right, four different fields around Farwell, at one time or another. Did they love baseball or what? Records from Chick Petersen's scrapebook reveal a 48 man, 4-team Farwell softball league in the 20's, composed of the Phillips 66'ers, Strelecki Produce, the Blatz Bunch and the RFD-All Stars with man fathers and sons playing.

At the plate is Howard Waltman, one of Farwell's star players for years. What a man for having played in the 1920's and then into the 50's and at that grueling position of catcher. Earl Kaiser said Howard didn't have a straight finger because of being broken. Howard's son, Lou, confirmed the fact.

Speaking of grueling, so was the local town team rivalry. Just ask former Ashton resident Phyllis Piechota Lukasiewicz. Who do you root for when your home team is Ashton and your boyfriend is Raynold Lukasiewicz from rival Farwell? We all know the outcome of this one!

...more pictures and stories at ARCHIVES....

Where actually is this Farwell Athletic Club?

It is where ever YOU would like it to be. There is no building, and as far as I know there never was. The closest place, as far as I can tell, was Dilla's Tavern. If there ever was a sports hang-out, Dilla's was it. Maybe someday, there will be a real, alive, brick and mortar place. For now, it is a place in our minds and hearts, about our heroes, our dreams and memories of the past, for the present and future generations.

It's about a time and place when and where our heros were the men, women, neighbors, and elders of our communities. It was a time when we, as kids, invested our time watching and admiring our dads and friends play and have fun. Without realizing it, I believe we were being mentored in a special way. Today, it seems the opposite is happening and we are out of balance driving all over the country watching our kids. We have not outgrown our need of good heroes!

(Names may be found on the ARCHIVES page at the same picture.)

Why the F.A.C. or the Farwell Athletic Club?

Well, just ask about or bring up places like the three or four old ball fields around town, the Sherman-Howard League, the sound of cleats, Dilla's, the Farwell Five, the MWA Hall and names like Hansen, Horky, Waltman, Kipp, Jehorek, Olsen, Jess, Petersen, Pawloski, Mudloff, Borzych, Jackson, Strelecki, Lukasiewicz, and all the trophies at the school. The list of names, places, players, scores, championships and events can go on and on, even to modern day.

In recent years, the play, character and honors of names like Kaiser, Wardyn and Pawloski have brought much pride to this small village, it's school and community. Not bad for a small town of 150 people, who years ago, a lot of surrounding towns did not want to play. Who said bigger is always better? Perhaps, SMALLER is sometimes better!

Of equal importance and not to be forgotten is the amazing music and artistic talent that has come out of Farwell.

Another reason for the Farwell Athletic Club is the healing effect of reminiscing. It's good for us and also those that will come after us. Besides, if we don't know of our past and it's good and challenging times, chances are we will be destined to repeat a lot of our mistakes.

Looking and reminiscing is important but we must not stay and live in that state of mind. We must move on, grow and create a better world where ever we are. I thought the following quote says it well.

Opening to Remember the Past, an autobiography by 1942 Farwell High graduate Galen Jackson and batboy on the 1939 Farwell baseball team.

"Remembering is the basis for knowledge and reason, because the capacity to learn depends upon memory. The accumulation of experience not only from our own lifetimes but from lifetimes across the ages. Our consciousness of the past is as stories; evolving autobiographies and that explain who we were and who we are, that whisper of our most intimate aspirations.

"We create ourselves from stories that can join us to places; bind us to each other; blend individual and communal identities; provide definition, context and continuity, perspective and personality.

"Our propensity for words, language and story is not learned. We are born with the capacity for speaking with words, for telling stories, for describing who we are, and for remembering. Our narratives transcend fact, for they are formed from the delicious emotional nuances of sensation; sound, smell, moods, sensuality, taste, color, shadow, texture, rhythm, cadence, tears, laughter, warmth, and coolness all experienced here, at a place on this earth."

The relationship between fathers and his sons and daughters is too deep for words and touches upon primeval and foundational longing. A son and daughter want Dad to give them his male energy, and then they want to know that they have something to give back to their father, almost as an equal.

Why do you think playing catch is such a common memory for so many men? They do not just want to be on the receiving end. It is the mutual self-giving of a father and his children that creates Spirit, which is the basic metaphor for God in much of John’s Gospel. Maybe love for the father is the first experience of power and influence in the life of another, for Mom is apparently experienced as an extension of “me,” but Dad is the first “other” to come into my life:

If I can matter for him and to him, perhaps I will matter in the larger world!

Excerpts form ADAM’S RETURN page 89 @ www.malespirituality.org

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