Uncle “Reece,” as I called him, always fostered and encouraged my love of sports, especially baseball and softball, and it’s a good thing, because my dad, though he had many skills and talents, was just not into sports. But my Uncle, he knew lots about baseball, baseball teams, and baseball players. He was a ball player, and would gladly share his skill and knowledge. I became a Mets fan early on, and remain a Mets fan to this day, because of his influence!!!
My Uncle taught me how to play wiffle ball in our backyard, pitching to me until I could smack the ball well enough to compete with my brother, cousins, and the neighborhood boys, who always appeared whenever they heard that distinctive wiffle ball sound. My brother reminded me today, that Uncle “Reece” also outfitted both of us with our first baseball gloves, from his collection of ball gear.
Even when I was grown my Uncle would always ask about my rec and travel softball teams, what positions I was playing, and how I was hitting. He encouraged me to keep playing, and I did, on three continents, while assigned overseas!
The last few times I visited my Uncle in Texas, besides discussing Major League Baseball, we would study a map of Germany, and he would share stories of his time there while in the Army. I would show him where I had lived and visited, and he would show me all the places he had been in both Germany, and Switzerland where he had traveled to track down the Feutz relatives.
Rest in Peace, Uncle “Reece.” I’m pretty sure you’ve already found the ball fields, tennis courts, where they keep the good desserts, and more than few squirrels to feed in Heaven!