Friday, November 15, 2013


The hospital near our house is building a new cancer center.    
The building is replacing the long forgotten empty parking lot that once housed our beloved Watt Powell Park.   That baseball field was one of the first things that I remember our family doing together, that involved 'tickets and planning and such.'    Mom worked for Blue Cross at the time, so we would get free tickets to many of the games each year.   Dad would take us and he would watch the game more seriously than the game ever intended.  
The organ player who rallied us with live cheers. 
The trains amazed us with its whistle of warning.
The traffic of MacCorkle Ave had us running to the back of the stands.

But now we welcome a new cancer center in that same spot.  Something of hope and encouragement.  
One of the supporting beams for the center was available for  public signatures.

I am happy to have this memories of Watt Powell and the future of the Cancer Center.