Genealogy is my favorite hobby these days. I spend a lot of
time online at several websites where I have uploaded my DNA
sample, mostly at Ancestry.com. Every day I check for new DNA
matches and how these people who share DNA
with me fit into my family tree. A few days back I received a message from a kind person unknown to me, and I will let it speak for itself.
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He also invented the Bask-O-Lite. Not sure if you knew that. It was revolutionary at the time and installed in Basketball Arenas throughout the country.”
There was a relative of Uncle Willie right there in the same town, a cousin on his mother’s side, a young woman named Frances Yasaitis who married William Pinkney Delancey about 1934 in Westville, Il.
When I mentioned this to my ancestry source he knew all about Bill Delancey and wrote this: “Well aware of Bill and Frances. I posted an article a few years ago that ancestry will not let me share for nothing, but the gist is "Bill was playing for the Danville (North of Westville) Veterans, a Three I Team of the Cardinals until 1932, when he met Frances. They married and Bill was called up to the Cardinals in time for the 1934 World Series.
He started at catcher for the "Gashouse Gang" as the Cardinals were known. Baseball executive Branch Rickey called DeLancey one of the best catchers of all time. His career was cut short due to tuberculosis and he was even treated in Danville by nurse Genevieve Schultz in 1935 while visiting Frances's family in Westville. The picture of Schultz and Delancey was shared by the AP across the country as "Star Cardinals Catcher Fighting For His Life." They diagnosed him with pneumonia at first, but he gradually got worse and retired in 1936. Doctors recommended that he move to the west for better air and he managed multiple teams before dying in Arizona in 1946." My father played baseball when I was a small child, so probably about 1950, in Harco or Harrisburg, Illinois. He would have been 30 years old, in good physical shape after six years in the Navy during WWII. He worked full time so baseball would have been an evening and weekend pastime. My memories are vague and I don’t recall talking to Dad about this time in his life, nor do I have a photo. His sister Petrona was married to Reuben Tucker, a mine foreman and I believe Reuben played baseball too, or managed a team. Reuben and Petrona’s son Billy probably played too for he named one of his boys Stanley after the great “Stan the Man” Musial of the St. Louis Cardinals. Dad’s favorite baseball team was always the Cardinals, even after he moved north where he could have favored the Chicago White Sox or the Cubs.
Baseball has been America’s sport for centuries now! There are lots of quotes from famous people about the sport, how accessible it was to men of all ages, ethnicities, and social status. The year of my birth, 1947, is when Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier in professional baseball by signing with the Brooklyn Dodgers on April 15, 1947. That ended fifty years of segregation in Major League Baseball.
I’d like to know more about relatives and friends who love the game.