Photo of Lefty Grove and Uncle Jack and Ed and others found in Grammy's old photo album. Below quote from Uncle Jack's essay found in The Best of Baseball Digest
Thus when Lefty Grove stopped by the house one day after pitching for East Douglas in a Blackstone Valley League game, neither I nor any of my pals asked him for an autograph. My brother, Ed, was even disdainful. “Just because he can throw a ball better than me…” he said.
Ed was 8, maybe 9. The rest of us, a little older and naturally a lot wiser, were awed by Grove – his size (when you’re 10 or 11, 6-feet-3 is mountainous), his huge hands, his rural Maryland accent. We had never heard anything like that in our land of the broad a’s. We posed for a snapshot with him by the copper beech tree in the back yard, and it was like standing alongside the biblical Moses. To have solicited an autograph would have been unseemly. Besides, he was a guest.
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