{"id":10227,"date":"2021-06-05T18:55:39","date_gmt":"2021-06-05T22:55:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ourwanderyears.com\/blog\/?p=10227"},"modified":"2022-01-24T07:31:49","modified_gmt":"2022-01-24T12:31:49","slug":"wait-till-next-year-by-doris-kearns-goodwin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ourwanderyears.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/05\/wait-till-next-year-by-doris-kearns-goodwin\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Wait Till Next Year&#8221; by Doris Kearns Goodwin"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Wait-Till-Next-Year-Memoir\/dp\/0684847957\/ref=sr_1_2?crid=3TD0CRS8N2IEN&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=wait+till+next+year+goodwin&amp;qid=1622932168&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=wait+till+%2Cundefined%2C317&amp;sr=1-2\">Copyright 1997 by Blithedale Publications Inc. Published by Simon &amp; Schuster Paperbacks, New York.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com\/images\/I\/51WctAeY9FL._SX322_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg\" alt=\"\"\/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>This is a book about baseball and family and the loss of neighborhoods in America.  Kearns&#8217; childhood obsession with the Brooklyn Dodgers is recounted with deeply personal memories.  Baseball becomes intertwined with her family &#8211; especially the sickness and death of her mother, but also her sisters and father.  Her childhood friends also had a baseball nexus as she and her best friend were the most avid baseball fans among the children of Rockville Center NY &#8211; Kearns a devoted Dodgers fan and her best friend Elaine a Giants fan.  The travails of the Brooklyn Dodgers &#8211; seven times to the World Series without a championship &#8211; mirrored the personal tragedies of her family and others in her close-knit neighborhood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Wait till next year&#8221; was the mantra of the long-suffering Dodgers fans.  And, she realizes as she reaches adulthood, it is indeed the mantra of life, the optimism that keeps us going when all seems lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am a baseball fan.  And not just any baseball fan but a Boston Red Sox fan.  Kearns notes, in her epilogue, that her second team &#8211; the Red Sox &#8211; had much in common with the Dodgers of her youth.  I can attest that &#8220;wait till next year&#8221; was also, before 2004, the mantra of every Red Sox fan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I enjoyed this book despite the fact that, in many ways, it is a downer.  The Dodgers and Giants both abandon New York.  Her mother dies.  Her father, who had suffered a series of catastrophic losses before marrying, falls into a deep depression.  A neighbor dies while watching baseball on TV.  She loses the close friends of her youth. The neighborhood disintegrates as people die or move away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But all of that makes the book a poignant memoir.  The Dodgers provide the glue that binds the memories together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>7 out of 10.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Copyright 1997 by Blithedale Publications Inc. Published by Simon &amp; Schuster Paperbacks, New York. This is a book about baseball and family and the loss of neighborhoods in America. Kearns&#8217; childhood obsession with the Brooklyn Dodgers is recounted with deeply personal memories. 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