That's a Mitchell Page card that I cut off a box of some type of Hostess snack in 1979. For a few years there, Hostess printed three cards that you could cut off its boxes. It was fantastic. I wonder what kind of Hostess product this Mitchell Page card came from. Dad loved Twinkies, so that's the best bet. But 1979 is right around when my youngest brother, Kurt, was getting married and moving out of the house--it's possible that Mitchell Page was on a box of Suzy Qs, Kurt's favorite. I preferred the CupCakes or the apple pies. I'm uncertain what Mom liked. There's some type of conclusion to be drawn from this paragraph about the plight of many mothers.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. Rest in peace, Mitchell Page (1951-2011) and Dad (1925-1999). Rock on, Kurt.
This is great stuff, both from Steve Goldman and from Eric. I vividly remember Mitchell Page, because he was the A's best player at a time when the A's were quite dreadful. In fact, I don't think I ever actually saw him play, because the A's were never on TV in the late 1970's. But we read about him, and we imagined him, and for us that was enough.
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ReplyDeleteHere's the husband of Tracey Thorn with a point about the FA Cup final that is applicable to this Mitchell Page conversation:
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Remember when FA Cup Final was the only live televised match of the year? I'd be glued to the set from 9am. Now my son just rolls his eyes.
3:37 AM - 11 May 13
Scarcity of something can make lifelong fans out of some of us. Abundance maybe just makes us shrug our shoulders.
3:46 AM - 11 May 13
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