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Jackie’s Friend

“Carl”, one of his teammates said to him as he was sitting on the bench.  “Someone is here to see you, he asked “Where’s Carl Erskine?”  Carl made his way to the front of the dugout.  Sure enough there was somebody there, it was Jackie Robinson.  Carl went up the dugout steps to meet him.  Carl Erskine was a minor league pitcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers top farm club in Fort Worth.  The year was 1948 and young Carl was given the opportunity to pitch in an exhibition game against the Brooklyn Dodgers.  He pitched well for six innings facing the best the Dodgers had to offer.  Now here was Jackie Robinson already a star on the Dodgers paying a visit.  Jackie Robinson was the first black to play in the big leagues and Carl had the utmost respect for him and what he had to go through.  “Let me tell you young man”, Jackie began, “You won’t be long for this league, you’ll be pitching for the Dodgers before you know it!”    They talked a little bit more and Jackie left.  Carl had felt good about the way he had pitched but now he had an extra serge of confidence race through him.  In his mind he played over and over again Jackie’s kind words!  Inspired by those words Carl was determined to make Jackie right!  It turned out that Jackie was right!  Later that year Carl got the call to join the Brooklyn Dodgers and become one of their starting pitchers!


With the Dodgers Carl started seeing first hand what Jackie was going through.  Jackie had came to an agreement with Branch Rickey the Dodgers General Manager that he would not retaliate to any abuse he received.  He was to turn the other cheek and just concentrate on the game at hand.  The abuse went far beyond the playing field too.  Jackie was not allowed to be with his teammates in many of the hotels the club stayed in.  By 1948 the Dodgers had signed two more black players and they were rejected also.  While Jackie was combative to the situation his two teammates seemed passive.  They were just happy to be in the big leagues and were willing to take the abuse to be there.  Although Jackie had to endure his eyes were always on the big picture.  His vision was not about himself but all of the black players that would come after him.  His dream was equality for all in baseball and in our country.  Although Jackie kept his calm on the outside on the inside he felt anger.  Vin Scully, the longtime Dodgers announcer stated that “Jackie Robinson is the only player he had ever seen who played better when he was angry.”

Jackie’s wife Rachel told the story many times about Jackie’s ability to stay the course.  “Jackie would come home many times angry”, Rachel would say “but the next day he was ready to go again.”  It was like he was forgetting the past and concentrating on the new day that was ahead of him.  Rachel was the rock that Jackie leaned on when he felt down.  It was Rachel who consoled him with the words “nobody said it was going to be easy.”  Through their times away from each other Jackie would write Rachel the most beautiful letters.  His daughter Sharon shared that Jackie started every letter to his beloved wife with “Darling.”

Rachel and Jackie

Rachel and Jackie

Until the computer and email took over hand written letters were a way of communicating our love.  I remember when I was young we would get letters often from my grandma in Alabama.  She would tell us all of the news going on around there and dad would write her back with all of the news here.  Of course there was a two or three day delay from when the letter was sent until it was received.  Before I could write or even knew the letters of the alphabet I would “write” my mom letters trying to imitate the squiggly lines I saw in my grandma’s letters.  Mom would invariably ask me what it said and of course I had no idea.  I thought she could interpret and read something into what I created.  There wasn’t a communications problem with grandma’s letters.  It made my parents happy to get her letters and feel the love she was sending!

Besides letters to his beloved wife Rachel, Jackie also wrote letters to people in high places.  When he felt an injustice was done or that someone had the power to rectify a situation you could count on Jackie taking up the cause with pen in hand.  His life revolved around others and he felt like he was just someone trying to make a difference.  It was with this humble attitude that Jackie developed a friendship with a young man that lasted for years!

It was an improbable relationship between a boy and a man.  It started when Ron Rabinovitz’s dad David sent a letter to Jackie Robinson.  The Rabinovitz’s lived in Sheboygan Wisconsin and Jackie agreed that the next time the Dodgers were in Milwaukee he would personally meet young Ronnie age 7!  Jackie also enclosed an autographed picture for young Ronnie.  When the Dodgers did come to Milwaukee Jackie kept his word. He met Ronnie and his dad and introduced Ronnie to other members of the Brooklyn Dodgers.  Ronnie was thrilled as Jackie gave him a baseball and had all of the players he met sign it!

Ron sent Jackie a letter back thanking him for all that he did for him!  It wasn’t long afterwards that Ron received a letter in the mail on Brooklyn Dodger stationary and a special friendship developed!  Jackie would tell Ron all of the things he was going through and Ron would tell Jackie things that were happening in his life growing up.  There were barriers in their friendship as Ron was a kid and Jackie a grown man.  Ron was Jewish and Jackie was Christian.  Ron lived in a small midwest town while Jackie was out east in New York. Through it all Ron grew to consider Jackie a mentor and Jackie considered Ronnie a trusted friend!  They could confide in each other and Jackie would let Ronnie know the inside struggles he was going through on and off of the field.  This relationship went on for years and is best exemplified in a letter that Jackie sent Ronnie in November 1958 after his playing days were over.    It was a short letter to Ronnie and it was right to the point.  “Ronnie, one of the things that pleases me most is that our friendship continues even though I am now out of baseball.  It’s friends like you that make me feel that everything that happened was worthwhile.”

Always, Jackie

Carl Erskine was asked to tell how Jackie Robinson affected his life the most.  It didn’t take Carl long to answer.  Carl had four children and the fourth was named Jimmy.  Jimmy was born with down syndrome and because of that he was always a special needs kid.  Carl was able to relate to Jackie Robinson’s plot with the Dodgers and his struggle to be accepted.  He was able to fight the battle of acceptance for his own son much like Jackie had fought for acceptance of his race.  Carl is happy to report that although change was slow it came.  Now kids in this dreaded situation are accepted much more readily in our society.  Carl learned from Jackie that no matter how hard the fight results can come when we stay the course and continue to battle!

Ron Rabinovitz began corresponding with Jackie Robinson in 1954, when he was a 7-year-old Dodgers fan.

As Ronnie pulled out his album with his letters from Jackie he had to choke back tears.  Besides the free flowing hand written notes there were telegrams congratulating him on his bar mitzvah  and high school graduation.  Also there were pictures of him and Jackie together.  Not shown in the album were his memories of Jackie’s telephone  calls and visits when the team was in Milwaukee.  Dinners they shared together at a place named Eugenes in Milwaukee where a main lobster dinner was just $5.00!  As Ronnie pulled out his baseball that is over 60 years old now he went over the signatures of the players he met.  All of the big names on the Dodgers seemed to be there except one.  In his quest to put others first Jackie simply forgot to sign Ronnie’s ball.  That’s OK with Ronnie.  All of the players who signed that baseball were people that Ronnie didn’t know.  The fact that Jackie didn’t sign with that group seems only right.  His friendship with his friend and mentor Jackie couldn’t be expressed with just an autograph.

“A life is not important except for the impact that it has on others”

Jackie Robinson


"We were so different," Ron Rabinovitz says of his friendship with Jackie Robinson. "I was white, he was black. I was a Jew, he was a Christian. ... I was a child, he was an adult. But we developed this bond that I can't even explain."

A Cry For Help!

Hurriedly I stuffed my feet into my shoes and ran after my sister.  She was two and a half years older than me and three school years ahead.  I don’t remember if I was three or four but I wanted to go to a place she was going.  It seemed that she was going to a place of fun and excitement while I was stuck at home.  Every weekday she would catch the school bus around fifty yards from our house.  It was kind of a spur of the moment thing but I was determined to go too!  So here I was running in  my hard shoes that were untied (hadn’t learned that yet) to a big yellow bus on her heals.  As I climbed the big step of the bus my dream suddenly stopped.  The long arm of the bus driver recognized and disqualified me immediately.  The next thing I knew my mom was picking me up from the bus step and holding me in here arms as I cried out of hurt and frustration.  It didn’t take long for me to stop crying as mom comforted me with her words and hug.  In her arms my disappointment quickly went away.

The bus left without me!

The bus left without me!

Mrs. Kramer was the bus driver.  I found this out when I finally got to ride the bus.  Usually things went smooth as Mrs. Kramer operated that big bus to perfection in her many stops along the way.  Through our neighborhood she would make stops along Byrd Drive all the way to the end.  The road ended and she would turn the bus around at the dead end which had a dirt circle with just enough room to make the maneuver.  Then she would circle around to the next road over and pick those kids up.  Turning the bus around again at their dead end (which was paved) she made her way to the final stops in the circle before hitting our road again and eventually the main road.  The route of course never varied.  The only difference from day to day was possibly someone running late for the bus causing a slight delay.  Normally Mrs. Kramer operated the bus like clockwork day after day.

Mrs. Kramer was a middle aged lady with brown curly hair and glasses.  She was as tough as nails and didn’t allow anything to bother her on her mission to get us to school.  I admired the way she could operate that huge bus.  The bus had one of those big stick shifts and it was cool watching her shift that thing so smoothly.  I remember her forceful words when things were getting out of control.  You know the times when the bus was too noisy or someone was causing trouble.  She could quiet the storm immediately with “the lights are on and I want it quiet!”  The lights she was referring to were the lights on the ceiling.  Her number one rule to all of her passengers was that those lights were to be respected at all times.  Most of the time she didn’t have to use them.  Those were the times when you got on the bus and it made it’s rounds without any incidences and a few minutes later you were dropped off in front of the school.  However I remember times when the lights came on and her call for attention was heard.  It might have been when she had to cross the railroad tracks with a train on it’s way, or when kids were so unruly that a warning had to be made.  She would pull the bus over and stand in the aisle as she made her statement.  You could hear the sharpness in her voice as she took complete control of the situation.  She had the power to kick people off of the bus and we all knew that.  If Mrs. Kramer was not happy it was bad news.  She ruled that bus like a dictator and we were just happy to be under her reign.

Although our parents may not have met Mrs. Kramer they all had a deep respect for her.  They knew that it is quite a challenge driving a bus with the responsibility of getting their kids safely to and from school every day.  They knew that she was doing them a service and even though most didn’t know her the job she was doing was appreciated.  Their appreciation meant that they would do their part in getting their kids to school.  Usually this meant making sure their kids got to the bus stop on time.   However there was one time when much more was required.

Although it wasn’t raining that day we had received a lot of rain in the days before.  Mrs. Kramer was making her rounds down Byrd Drive stopping at each bus stop in her usual manner.  As she attempted to do her normal circle turnaround on the dirt at the dead end something strange happened.  Sitting in my seat near the back I noticed that the bus stopped moving.  All of the sudden we are hearing the sound of wheels spinning as we were sitting still.  Mrs. Kramer attempted to put the big bus in reverse but the wheels were clearly stuck.  It seems that with all of the mud that had formed the bus was literally spinning it’s wheels.  Mrs. Kramer didn’t use the overhead lights that day.  The problem wasn’t related to anything we were doing.  In fact the bus was unusually quiet as we realized hers and our predicament. After several efforts Mrs. Kramer realized that she couldn’t do any more on her own to free the bus.

Mrs. Kramer asked that three or four kids go to their parents for help while the rest of us stayed on the bus.  It didn’t take long before we saw a team of men including my dad carrying their shovels walking toward the bus.  Their presence made us all feel better.  I’m sure that it meant a lot to Mrs. Kramer.  She had been so faithful in doing her job through the years and now that she couldn’t there was a team to give a helping hand.  It didn’t take long before those men had the big bus freed from it’s entanglement and circling back on it’s route again!

It’s strange how thousands of times we traveled that same route with no problems.  Those times were so routine that I have a hard time remembering a single one.  Yet the time that we had trouble was so unusual that almost every detail is still there.  Perhaps you are at a time in your life when you feel stuck in the mud.  Maybe life has went along smoothly until something occurred that slowed your bus down to a halt.  The good news is that God is there to help you!  When Mrs. Kramer realized that she needed help her thoughts and actions were released to get that help.  When we are in trouble it’s nice to know that a simple call will bring God to the rescue.  There is comfort in him much like the comfort I found with my rejection from the school bus years ago as I was held in my mothers loving arms.



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