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Retro RFH Baseball Batting 1,000

Playing ball in the 1970s at RFH Photo/George Day
Playing ball in the 1970s at RFH
Photo/George Day

Spring is in the air — sort of — and it’s just about batter up time at RFH.

So, on the cusp of spring, our Retro Pic of the (George) Day also commemorates the coming of the baseball season — the warm-up, the game and all.

Here’s a shot from the 1970s of some RFHers playing ball. The batter up? Recognize him? How about those teammates on the sideline?

Remember these uniforms?

Thanks, again, to George Day for this and so many other great photos!

Retro RFH Spring Fever Drive

A little RFH spring fever springing in the 1970s? Photo/George Day
A little RFH spring fever springing in the 1970s
Photo/George Day

A reprise to warm hearts as the thaw ensues and spring officially hits the air …

Spring is officially here. The weather is warming up. Sort of. People are shedding coats for sweaters and getting out and about a little more each day.

The thaw has started. Call it classic spring fever. And it’s a more feverish fever than ever with the demise of COVID mask mandates and people pulling closer together again. Thoughts of sunny, warm, close spring-is-in-the-air antics are racing through minds, especially those of high schoolers. 

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Retro RFH Boys’ Ball Play

RFH boys play ball in the 1970s
Photo/George Day

Play ball!

That’s just what these RFH boys of the 1970s did, and with frequency. There was no major organization or uniforms involved in their free time ball games. It was just a few RFH guys, a ball, some mitts, bats, topsiders and Adidas instead of cleats, some groovin’ 70s clothes and a lot of fun.

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Old News: Being the Easter Bunny

Ahhhhh, the Easter Bunny … the tradition, the joy, the mystery, and, yes, the horror.

There’s a lot more to the symbolically giant fluffy rodent with cartoon eyes in a fixed freaky stare and a head the size of one of the small children he visits on Easter. For instance, his head pops off. It’s also a sweaty death trap. Those are facts, people. I know. I was the Easter Bunny quite a few times.

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