I was Ten the year the Twins became a team
There were neighborhood baseball teams; we would ride around on our bike with a baseball glove on the handle bars. One of the ball fields was next to the Coke Plant; in awhile the ball would get hit on top of the Coke Plant and fortunately there was enough clutter, old pallets etc. along the building one of us could clime up to get it.
Last time I ever played there I hit a long fly ball that landed right next to the plant cooling unit, and bounced up and into the unit (the small opening would make a chance of ever doing that again a one million to one shot.) By the Grace of God, one boy was small, very small and thin and squeezed under the lip and down into the well to get the ball and was able to climb up and squeeze out again.
The Coke plant is now a brewery and the field finally disappeared approx. twenty years ago.
I/we would walk downtown, 9 blocks from home to the State Theater, which had a goldfish pond inside the theater, and pop came out of a machine with 7 ounce glasses, but pop corn was 5 or 10 cents depending on bag size.
Crazy Days was a new item in the early sixties, and I still have yard light on the house I got on a 25 cent grab-bag.
In 1962 Dad drove us to the Worlds fair in Seattle, in a 1957 Chevrolet 150 car with a large home made box on top to hold camping gear. (we camped 90 percent of the time, but stayed at relatives place in Washington)
Do not remember firt game details, dad got free tickets from 3M, but shook Lenny Green's hand at a church gathering that Fall.
Shot illegal firework every year, and picked up some real good ones at a Indian Reservation on the way to the Seattle Fair. A tall Indian gent. showed us what a Silver Salute was when he blew-up and empty oil can with one.
I remember Dad pulling up to the edeg of railroad tracks and dumping old car oil there while changing oil on the trip every 1,500 miles. Did it at gas station once.
It was amazing back then how many places, ususally gas stations had Dry Ice for travelers coolers.
The family took trips to California, again there were relatives on the far end, in 1967-68. (Camped again most of the time and learn what a blessing cold winters are compared to heat down by Yuma, where we slept outside of a campground cabin as it was miserably hot inside.
Ranger told Ma, who slept on the ground outside in a sleeping bag , NOT, to do that again as rattlesnakes will crawl inside with you.
The gents. at work told dad he should get some Tequila in Mexico , so we drove to old Tijuana , down small mostly empty streets till we found a bar.
Dad went inside and the bar tender spoke little/no English, but dad signified he wanted a bottle of Tequila.
Well the gent brought out a gallon jug of Tequila, which dad said was too big. Fortunately the only customer inside spoke English and said we would have to go to a liquor store for a small bottle, and told us how to get to one.
Different world back then.
Addendum:
I bought the Topps Baseball packets for the gum as much as the cards; 1992, the last year they put gum in the card pack, I bought some just to go back to the grand old days once more. -- I wish I had saved the card now; I/we chewed a HUGE amount of gum back then. We used to ride around with strings of baseball shaped gum in a continuse pack; each ball had a different baseball term on it, hanging around our necks ----. (when I was a teenager, there used to be a matchstick firecracker, you lit it on a match box, and I/we rode around on our bikes setting one off every now and then.)