Lessons I’ve learned from baseball

I’m a Cleveland Guardians life-long fan, having followed the team since I was a boy in the 1960s. My sister and I used to sit by the family stereo in Hartville, Ohio, on a Saturday night with a bowl of popcorn and listen to an Indians game for entertainment. More recently, I listened to every game of the 2024 American League Championship Series. I’m disappointed the Guardians lost in a typical heartbreak style to the Yankees, but maybe we can win next year—it’s been 76 dreadfully long years since we last won the fall classic.

Aim for a hit, not a home run. Good hitters aim to meet the ball squarely and get on base. Only occasionally do they hit a home run. The Guardians are a scrappy team, eking out singles and doubles, stealing bases, and getting just enough clutch hits to achieve a winning record. At the beginning of the season, few experts expected the Guardians to make it to the American League Championship Series. Indian hitters went to the plate game after game, aimed for singles, and occasionally smacked the ball over the fence. My first life lesson is to hit the ball coming across my plate squarely, try to get on first base, and once in a while, I may get lucky and hit a home run.

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Do the little things. Learn how to bunt, make sure you catch the ball before you throw it, always run hard to first, and touch every base when you run. One hitter in the 2016 World Series between the Cubs and Indians watched his grand hit, and ran slowly because he thought it was a homerun, but it bounced off the top of the wall back onto the field. If he would have run hard he would have made a triple instead of a double. For me, doing the little things meant being ready to teach every time students walked in my classroom door, noticing each student, greeting them, caring about them, and doing my best to make history classes interesting. My life lesson is that doing the little things adds up and helps to win a few games over a career.

Forget about yesterday’s loss. Professional baseball players often have only one night to think about the last game until they have to get ready for the next day’s game. In baseball, you will lose about half your games, but the best players learn how to move on quickly and forget about yesterday’s loss. I’ve had some losses in life, some disappointments, and each time I’ve had to decide how to respond. Will I get up the next morning and go on, greeting the new day with determination and a smile, and attempt to do my best in spite of yesterday’s loss? That’s my goal, and it’s a lesson I draw from the Guardians, who, over my six decades of listening, have lost their fair share of games.

Play like a professional. One of the reasons I follow almost every game the Indians play is because of their radio announcer Tom Hamilton. He is an outstanding professional commentator, and he continues to entertain and call interesting games, even when the Guardians lose a lot. Hamilton does his background reading and research, he shows up for work, and he stays interested until the 9th inning, even when we’re getting pounded by the other team. After one dismal season a few years ago, I wrote Hamilton a letter, thanking him for his outstanding work. About two months later, I received a nice handwritten note from Hamilton, thanking me for listening to him call games. Tom Hamilton announces in a way that inspires me to play the game of life like a pro.

Learn how to play for a new manager.  The Guardians have gone through their share of managers over the years. During 39 years of teaching high school history, I worked for several managers. Each one was different, had different values, and emphasized different elements of the educational enterprise. It was up to me to figure out the new manager and play hard with a new lineup. The players in the Guardians’ dugout have to figure out new managers when they arrive, and so do I.

Encourage the team. Over a season of following the Guardians, I can tell who the team leaders are. They encourage the other players, speak in positive ways, and play hard until the last out. Baseball is a team sport, but the game relies on the success of individual players, which is why I find it a great mix of individual players’ skills and teamwork. On my faculty, I wanted to be a team player, encouraging others and noticing their successes, but I’ve learned from baseball that to be a good teammate I need to carry my share of the load.

Following the Cleveland Indians and Guardians over the years has taught me good lessons for life. Maybe if the Guardians apply these lessons to their game next year we can win the World Series.

The red dirt soil of Georgia

In August 2024, my paternal family gathered in Montezuma, Georgia, for a reunion. Most of my family who attended the two-day event came from the Beachy Amish Mennonite tradition. We greeted one another, told old stories, asked new questions, sang hymns, and held an auction to pay for the expenses of the reunion. Over one hundred attended from Bolivia, Costa Rica, Texas, Missouri, Kansas, Virginia, Michigan, and Georgia.

Seventy years ago, my grandparents moved from Norfolk, Virginia, to Georgia with other Beachy Amish families. They sought farmland with fewer pressures of commercialization and development, aiming to move away from the most extensive U.S. naval base. A group of Beachy families bought farms in the red dirt soil of Montezuma in Macon County, Georgia. It wasn’t easy to farm in Montezuma initially, but eventually, they succeeded with dairy operations and crop farming, including cotton.

A large Beachy Amish Mennonite church emerged in Montezuma. My Grandfather Simon L. Yoder, ordained by lot at age 26, was one of the ministers. In the early Georgia years, he preached in German, but as he got older and the language in church shifted to English, Simon ended his preaching in the mid-1970s because it was too hard to express himself in a sermon in English. Probably thirty of Simon and Lydia Yoder’s descendants have become ordained ministers. Others have gone into self-sustaining missionary work in Costa Rica, Bolivia, Panama, Mexico, and Ecuador.

The reunion taught me again the value of accepting others who are different than I am. My wife and I were graciously accepted and never challenged for our different Mennonite lifestyle. We also accepted our relatives, whom we only see every 3-4 years, at these reunions. To open the reunion, I read from my Grandfather’s parallel German-English Bible from Psalm 102:18, “This shall be written for the generation to come: and the people which shall be created shall praise the Lord. (KJV)” It seemed fitting to read the verse, as my grandparents have 1,701 descendants.

Information Superhighway

The Information Superhighway has changed schools.  In the 1970s high schools had books, magazines, and traditional libraries.  Today students can access a world of resources on computers in their classrooms.  The Kennel Charles Church History desk (right), with Martyrs Mirror on the top shelf, hosts a state-of-the-art computer that brings information to the student in the history teacher’s classroom at Eastern Mennonite High School, Harrisonburg, Virginia.

March 2014 EMHS

New bridge over Linville Creek

New bridge over Linville Creek replaces 1898 wrought iron truss bridge that many Broadway, Virginia, residents, including Mennonites, used in early 20th century by MennoniteArchivesofVirginia
New bridge over Linville Creek replaces 1898 wrought iron truss bridge that many Broadway, Virginia, residents, including Mennonites, used in early 20th century, a photo by MennoniteArchivesofVirginia on Flickr.

Mennonites in the Northern District of Virginia Mennonite Conference often used this old iron bridge to head west towards mission stations in the West Virginia highlands. Today a modern bridge over the steady Linville Creek reduces the 1898 bridge to a foot and bike path. The old bridge in Broadway, Virginia, is on the National Register of Historic Places in Virginia.

Massanutten Mountain from Greenmount and Sky Road intersection, Rockingham County, Virginia

On a trip from Singers Glen, Virginia, to Harrisonburg, Virginia, the historian spotted this grand view of the Massanutten Mountain. On his trips to Harrisonburg, musician Joseph Funk probably paused to relish in the ancient beauty of the distant mountain peak. Perhaps it was inspiration for his printing and musical work in the valley.

Lancaster County, Pennsylvania Amish

In the late 17th century Amish began migrating from Europe to Philadelphia, PA, and eventually moved west to Lancaster County, PA.  From there they migrated west to Ohio and other states.  In Lancaster County, the Amish maintain their agricultural way of of life, in spite of rapid urbanization and modernity all around them.  They are the fastest growing religious group in North America.  This Amish farm is in Smoketown, Lancaster County, PA.

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Massanutten Mountain 2013

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Mennonite Bishop Lewis J. Heatwole wrote an article for the Daily News Record, Harrisonburg, Virginia, in 1921, in which he explained the meaning of the word Massanutten.  From his research he concluded that Massanutten is from two Indian words for “ground” and “potato,” which when put together mean “Potato Ground.”  Today the old peak still towers over the valley, easily seen from a jumbo jet descending on a Washington, D.C. airport from the south, and visible from about any point in the Shenandoah Valley.  The encroachments of civilization have not dimmed the spectacle and grandeur of a mountain that has provided a visual feast for ancient Indians and modern travelers.