Rivington sports
The next two years should see the mother of all celebrations – just because the calendar is clicking to another millennium.
Some celebrants have picked this year to do their partying because there are so many special events planned for 2000 that they’d have trouble getting noticed.
Recently I got an information sheet about a celebration planned for Rivington School, a school that disappeared about 30 years ago.
When I was in public school we knew about Rivington because once a summer it had a picnic. These picnics were always on a Sunday and this caused problems for my family, brought up in the Presbyterian tradition. Playing ball or going to sports days on a Sunday was sinful.
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But what can a fellow do when he’s on the Fountain School ball team and it is challenged by Rivington? One can stay home and whine or one can quietly disappear and pretend it’s Saturday.
My older brothers set me a fine example of how one disappears on a Sunday.
When my oldest brother went off to war I inherited his bicycle and the rest is history. My parents figured out what was going on but chose not to make a fuss about it.
Since I didn’t attend Rivington School except for one Sunday each summer for a few years, I don’t really deserve an invitation to their big event July 10 and 11, 1999. It is a temptation to go and see if any of the old ball playing gang has survived after 55 years.
If I do go I won’t be in any shape to ride my bicycle six miles, play ball all afternoon and then ride home again in time for milking.
