#onthisday in 1912, the Boston Red Sox played their first game at Fenway Park. Mayor John “Honey Fitz” Fitzgerald, President John F. Kennedy’s grandfather, threw out the first pitch. The Sox came away with a 7-6, extra innings win over the New York Highlanders - who were renamed the Yankees the next year.
You won’t find a lot of headlines about the 1912 opening day as many of the newspapers were still talking about the sinking of the Titanic only a few days earlier.
Here are some photographs of Mayor Thomas Menino celebrating the 100th anniversary with the Red Sox in 2012.
Mayor Menino with players Kevin Millar and Pedro Martinez
Mayor Menino waiting for an autograph from Jim Rice
Photographs from the Mayor Thomas M. Menino records, 2012 April 20, Collection 0247.001, City of Boston Archives
It was almost 9 o’clock in the
morning and you were twirling around your kitchen, loudly listening to music as
you stirred the chicken soup you were making.
It was your day off from work
and you were going to visit your grandpa – he lived in a nursing home about
thirty minutes away from you. Your job had been so hectic lately that you hadn’t
had the chance to see him as much as you would have liked to; but that was
about to change today.
Your grandpa raised you from
when you were a little baby – your parents weren’t around when you were younger
and your grandpa stepped in for them when they abandoned you.
He had a plump belly, big round
glasses, and thinning white hair. His eyes were a sharp blue that always seemed
to gleam with orneriness; he was the greatest man you had ever known. But one
of your favorite things about him was how much he liked your boyfriend, Spencer.
Sometimes Spencer would give off weird vibes to people by the way he talked and
acted, but your Pops embraced every aspect of his quirkiness. He saw how happy
Spencer made you, and wholeheartedly welcomed him into your little family.
In the midst of singing your
favorite verse to the song you were blasting, your phone rang. Looking at the
caller ID, you grinned. “Hey Pops, I was just getting ready to –” you stopped mid-sentence
when you heard a voice that was not your grandfather’s voice.
“Miss Y/L/N? Your number was on
file for the emergency contact for your grandfather…” she trailed off.
You began to panic. “Is
everything okay? I’m coming to see him around noon”
“Ma’am… I’m very sorry to inform
you, but… your grandfather passed away last night… we just found him this
morning. He passed away in his sleep…” the woman said with a sad voice. She
apologized some more then told you to come down to the nursing home and they
would help you with arrangements.
“Is there anyone else I should
“Erm… no, ma’am, it was just me
and my pops…” your voice broke. “I’ll be there as soon as I can” you said as
tears started flowing down your cheeks.
You hung up the phone. You hadn’t
even noticed how numb and dizzy you felt until you put your phone down. After
shutting off the stove you were cooking on, you slowly walked over to your
couch to sit down to attempt to begin soaking in what she just told you.
You were in complete shock. You
knew that he hadn’t been well – he had heart problems his whole life. You just
talked to him on the phone the other day to make the plans you were supposed to
do today. What was the last thing you had said to him? What was the last thing
he said to you?
You sat on your couch with your
head in your hands, your tears flowing quickly now. After a few minutes, you
composed yourself enough to pick up your phone. You needed to call Spencer.
After three rings, he picked up.
“Hey sweetie” he said in a cheery voice. “Have you left to see Pops yet?”
The little bit of composure you
mustered up to make that call collapsed as you started weeping into the phone.
You could hear Spencer drop what
he was doing on the other line. “Y/N? What’s going on?” his voice suddenly
urgent. “Are you okay?”
After a deep breath, you began
to tell him what happened. “I was making his favorite soup and then I got a
call from the nursing home…” was all you could get out, but Spencer immediately
“Oh honey… I’m so sorry…” he
whispered then waited a moment. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay? I’ll be
there soon” his soothing voice cooed.
“Spence, you’re in the middle of
a case halfway across the country right now, you can’t just get up and leave…”
you sniffled, grabbing a box of tissues.
You heard Spencer pull away from
his voice then heard some muffled voices, one in which sounded like his boss. “They
can finish this case without me; I just talked to Hotch. I’m going to catch the
next plane out and be there in a few hours, okay?”
You nodded; you were glad
Spencer was coming home. “I love you, Y/N” you heard through the phone.
“I love you too, Spence” you
said, wrapping up the conversation. You took a deep breath, grabbed your coat
and purse, then headed out the door to face something you had been fearing
since you put your Pops in a nursing home.
It had been the longest day of
your life - and that wasn’t an exaggeration. When you arrived at the nursing home and saw your Pops’
lifeless body, you lost it. You sat for almost an hour and looked at his motionless
face, wishing that you could have had the opportunity to tell him goodbye.
A funeral home director came and
picked up his body as you drove to their location to plan his funeral and
figure out his will. They usually give the family a day or two before making
plans, but you just wanted to get that part over with.
In the middle of your
consultation, Spencer arrived – he immediately walked in and held you in a
tight hug as you wept into his shoulder.
For the rest of the consultation
you would catch him staring at you for long periods of time with a sad look in
his eyes. He did not once let go of your hand from the minute he got there
until you came home from your exhausting day.
You didn’t bother putting down your
purse or taking off your coat as you plopped down onto the couch. You heard
Spencer bustling around in the kitchen and a few minutes he emerged with a cup
of tea. You took a sip and then set it on the table, nestling into his arms as
he wrapped them around you.
He rested his head on top of
yours as he rubbed your back in large, comforting circles. “It’s been a long
day” you sighed. You felt like you could cry, but you had run out of tears.
“Yes it has…” Spencer replied. “You’ve
been a real trooper, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t have gotten here sooner and been
For the first time since you got
that call, you smiled. “I’m just glad you’re here now, Spence… I don’t know how
I could have done it without you”
You sat in silence for a moment
when a pleasant memory popped into your head and you let out a light chuckle.
Spencer positioned his head so
he could see your face as you looked up at him. “What is it?” he asked as he
brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face.
“I was just thinking about that
time we went to that Yankees game last year… He had been bugging us for months
about how we hadn’t went to one for almost 5 years. We were so apprehensive,
but of course we gave in… then that foul ball came right at us and he caught it
with his bare hands” you laughed louder now.
Spencer joined in with your
laughter. “We were freaking out because we were pretty sure he had broken his
hand, but that didn’t stop his excitement… he sure loved the Yankees”
Despite reminiscing about the
pleasant memory, it still made your heart sad. Spencer noticed the look on your
face, and pulled you into his arms again as he stroked your hair.
“It’s going to be hard, but you’re
going to get through this, Y/N… we’re going to get through this. I’ll be with
you every step of the way” he cooed softly in your ear.
He paused for a moment. “Losing
someone is… never easy. But one day, you’ll remember him, and it won’t hurt.
You’ll be happy”
His words stuck with you, comforting
you every day for the rest of this hard time.
A/N: I wrote this about a week
ago and contemplated posting it for a while; I’m not sure if it would be liked
or not haha. My own grandfather passed away a little over a year ago and I was
missing him a little extra lately, so I wrote this kind of as a therapeutic
I hope this holds you over until I get my requests done – I have a little bit
of time to work on those tonight so I hope to get those done soon.
(Ps that quote at the end is from “Risky Business” aka season 5 episode 13 – it’s
said by J.J. That episode was reran the day after my grandpa died and it has
really stuck with me so I thought I would include it :))
I was tagged by @maiikawriter ^^ I don’t normally catch these when I get tagged. They so often get lost in my notifications nowadays. But hey, ya got me!
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Name: Reda (no it’s not my real name, but i ain’t sharing my real name on the internet)
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon
Ethnicity: English/Irish / and some weird missing link that we have no clue b/c family member kept it quiet so who fcking knows… anywho…. Apparently my dad’s family has been fighting my mom’s family for years, lawl. Yankee vs Confederate, Catholic vs Protestant…
Favourite Fruit(s): pineapples
Favorite Season: Fall whenever it happens; it feels like perpetual summer here sometimes
Favourite Book(s): Elantris & Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson; The Aeronaut’s Windlass by Jim Butcher; Dragonflight by Anne McCaffery; there’s like a ton more but these are always what come to mind so -shrug-
Favourite Animal(s): cats
Favourite Beverage(s): coke. -shrug-
Average Hours of sleep: 6-ish
Favourite Fictional Characters: Goku, Chi-Chi, Kakashi, Boruto, Harry Dresden, Kelsier, Lessa, F’lar (there 4 anime, 4 book related lol)
Number of Blankets You Sleep with: 1
Dream Trip: Japan or Europe. Just. Tour all over Europe. Though I’m scared of going overseas. D;
Blog Created: January 2014 apparently, though things didn’t get active til July that year.
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Percabeth Autumn head canons? Playing in the leaves, carving pumpkins, etc.
Annabeth gets really into knitting after the War, she finds it calms her, so Percy always has tons of scarves and beanies to wear through the fall and winter
when they go for their runs through the park and inevitably end up racing, Annabeth likes to shove Percy into piles of leaves
Annabeth’s nose always gets cold so Percy likes to warm it up with a little kiss (it doesn’t help much but it’s cute)
Percy loves buying a mini pumpkin every year and drawing (very poorly) a silly face on it and he places it on Annabeth’s desk so she can look it at whenever she needs a laugh
Sally doesn’t let them carve pumpkins inside the house anymore because they always end up throwing the seeds at each other so now they have to set up a table on the sidewalk outside the house to do it
Paul tries to take them to at least one Yankees game every year! it becomes their little tradition where they eat hot dogs and cotton candy and it’s the first place Paul and his step son get to share a beer
Sally bakes blue pumpkin spice cookies and Annabeth has to fight off the girls in her dorm from stealing her tin
whenever fall rolls around Percy’s sweaters all start to mysteriously disappear until he’s left with one and has to go raid Annabeth’s dorm room, where she is holding the rest of them hostage
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