The personal stories behind cherished Yankees memorabilia

Lahoma Whitelow


Often, even soon after 31 decades of telling tales, you can however be surprised by the things that hit audience in just the correct way. I wrote a column, which ran in Sunday’s Publish, about my father’s failure to win an argument with my mother again in the working day about buying a chair from the old Yankee Stadium, when they have been readily available for the princely sum of $7.50 (as well as 5 empty Winston cigarette packs) from Korvette’s merchants all over the New York and New Jersey.

For me, it was a nice opportunity to recall the two of my late parents with a tale which is generally been one of my favorites from childhood. But for so quite a few of you, it also evoked anything. The responses have been too much to handle, and much more than a little emotional, and I wanted to

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