My calendar says today is the anniversary of Babe Ruth getting his record-setting 60th home run, a milestone that stood for 34 years until Roger Maris hit 61 homers in 1961. Years ago we probably would have celebrated this occasion, but times have changed. The Red Sox suddenly managed to find a way to lift the “Curse of the Bambino” and win the World Series a few years back, and this weekend Red Sox fans were cheering a Yankee, Derek Jeter. The old rivalry just isn’t what it used to be!
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You just follow through on that swing like I told you, and you're sure to hit a lot of home runs!
So, we’ll quietly ignore the Bambino today and move on to musing about other things. And it isn’t hard to find other topics to focus on with Stretch’s friends giving us lots of ideas. Yesterday we received a beautiful miniature seesaw in the mail from Stretch’s pal Oppi. It’s handcrafted from Red Oak and Honduras Rosewood.
Stretch and Tiny had never heard of a seesaw, so I did some research and found a couple of interesting bits of historic trivia for my fellow history buffs. Apparently no one knows who first invented the seesaw but there’s one rumor that claims it was the brainchild of Korean girls back in the 17th century. In those days, Korean girls were not allowed to go outside the confines of their courtyard wall. Well, you can lock ‘em up, but you can’t hold ‘em back. These ingenious gals came up with the seesaw so they could catapult themselves high enough to see over the walls and get a glimpse of the outside world. A more mundane version of this story says the seesaw was put together by children living in a construction area who borrowed a plank and a log from the local sawyers to play on. I personally like the version of the savvy Chinese girls.
Whatever its origin, the first patent for a seesaw was issued on June 27, 1871 to a Mrs. S.E. Saul. Some speculate that she derived the name “seesaw” as a play on her own name. Her version was actually closer to the modern teeter totter, being supported by a rope above the plank.
I don’t remember riding many seesaws as a kid; I was more of a “swings” person. But there are many days now I sure feel as if I’m on a personal seesaw and I know many of my readers can identify with that feeling. One minute you’re up, the next minute you’re crashing down. I would love to go back to that nice smooth swing again!
Oh well, at least I’m sure our little carefree friends Stretch and Tiny are having a blast riding that seesaw I set up for them in their yard. What’s that Stretch?
“Houston, we have a problem!”
Excuse me, I better go give Tiny some help . . .