You see – when we think of Ernie Harwell, most people automatically hear his renowned voice. A voice that for decade after decade filled every open space of air, where ever there was a loyal Tiger fan and a dusty old radio. His voice echoed from basement-workshops and backyard-garages with pennants tacked to the walls, from front porches on warm summer nights and corner gas stations during the heat of a slow Sunday afternoon. Wherever you were at, Ernie was there with you and he took you to the game, from the very first pitch to the final out in the last inning, when you couldn’t be there in person, but had the time to listen to his colorful, fabulous descriptions of the action.
Even now, when we reflect back to days and years gone by, times past, we can still see ourselves wherever we were at, doing whatever we were doing way back then and still hear that voice in the background doing what he loved to do for us.
He announced many games during many different things that were happening in and around the city of Detroit and Ernie became one of those people who put many others at ease. Whenever they heard his voice coming from the radio, you were confident that when Ernie was broadcasting the day’s game, everything was all right in the world.
I have never heard of anyone who was as well liked as Ernie or who has come across as being as nice a fellow as he was. Many souls will miss him greatly, as his passing brings us all just a little step closer to our own mortality.
Another season of our lives down here has ended and now a famous announcer calls the plays above, just waiting to introduce us to the rest of the team who has gone on and joined the big game before we do.
Thanks for the Memories Sir and for being the great role model that you were and by the way, until I get there, can you save me a seat behind the dugout! I still need a few more autographs!
Rest In Peace.
A newsman, reporter, and writer from every angle, Walter Cronkite has left his stories and reports behind, for generations yet to come. Being well liked and the top of your field is not an easy thing to do. But he did and we will all miss him dearly.
For a more detailed report go to Walter Cronkite.
Marabel,—————————-I cry for you –
Marabel,———————————— no one hears me, I am sorry.
Rest in Peace, Dear Forgotten Soul.
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If this ever happens again, SHAME AMERICA and SHAME THE WEALTHY and SHAME THE GOVERNMENT.
UPDATE. Marabel was finally laid to rest after contacts were made with her remaining relatives in Florida. She had a grave site waiting for her next to her parents. A small funeral was held for her and attended by those who were touched by her story and never knew her. She now rests in peace.
This is one of the saddest stories I have ever heard of. To think that it reflects what our society has become, should be a wake up call to everyone or anyone here on earth who still has or knows the word, compassion.
I look back at these historic outtakes from one of Dom’s movies with Burt Reynolds and it takes me back to younger years, where there were less worries and less stress. I had a friend back then who sculpted his humor from Dom and we were the same way that Dom and Burt were. Always laughing and cutting up. He was just like Dom and I think that their personalities came from the same mould. Dom always made us laugh and everyone said he always had nothing but a kind word for everybody.
We would take the opportunity to watch any of Dom’s movies together, whenever we could and all I can say is, “that man provided a lot of joy for everybody and also for a couple of friends who grew up together, while watching him”.
Loosing Dom is rough because, he was a great guy, a great comedian, a great actor and from what I learned about him in my lifetime, he was an exceptionally kind individual, who had the ability to make people happy, much like my friend Don aspired to be.
Although I never met Dom or knew him personally, I feel I have lost a friend and I’m sure that my friend Don, feels the same as myself and millions of others, who will also miss him.
I guess that Heaven needed someone up there, who could shed a little Happiness in these gloomy times, and I know they chose the right man for the job.
ESPN wrote a wonderful memorial of Dave. To rewrite one would be senseless. Theirs is prefect.
The most unique Pitcher for the Detroit Tigers died this week in an accident on his farm. I remember very well the pitching style of Mark Fidrich, also known as “The Bird” for some of his unusual actions at the mound. We watched him just because he was real. Back then a Tiger game was worth watching if Mark was pitching. I enjoyed many games watching his style and hearing that song “The bird bird bird is the word, have you heard about the bird”. He was a good guy, a good pitcher and we give our deapest sympathy to his wife and family.