Upon returning to Boyceville, Andy Pafko was greeted by an airplane trailing a banner proclaiming: "Our hero is back home." The town honored him with a banquet, and then he changed into overalls. "The cows had to be milked," he recalled.
Shortstop Lennie Merullo was determined that his memories wouldn't fade. For the World Series, he was replaced with a more experienced player, Roy Hughes. But he got into the sixth game and was spiked by a Tigers player, leaving him with a 3-inch gash on his forearm. In the clubhouse, a doctor had no sooner sewn him up than Merullo started pulling out the stitches. For weeks he picked at the scab, determined to have a flesh-and-blood souvenir.
"Even now, 50 years later, I'll stare at that scar, Merullo told a Trib reporter in 1995. "And, I'll say to myself: 'You were there, Len. You played in a World Series."
Lenny Merullo died May 30, 2015. Probably one of the last members of the 1945 Chicago Cubs.
--GreGen
My Cooter's History Blog has become about 80% World War II anyway, so I figured to start a blog specific to it, especially since we're commemorating its 70th anniversary and we are quickly losing this "Greatest Generation." The quote is taken from Pearl Harbor survivor Frank Curre, who was on the USS Tennessee that day. He died Dec. 7, 2011, seventy years to the day. His photo is below at right.
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