The Bolsa Knolls Boys of Summer

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"Old Dude" with a view of things from outside of the forest most of you young guys are in which is why you can't see the forest for the trees. I grew up playing all sports until it got too dark to see the ball. I played High School football in the '60s and pitched some baseball in Junior High and High School. In High School I pitched for 3 days of try outs and then was cut. I should of known since the coach didn't like me. I have seen things and done some of the 'good old days' events that are frowned upon now. I know how to climb a fence and know which side of the turf goes up. Born 1944.


  1. This is exactly why I take so much pride in Ferrasci Park Little League, this story is about the beginning of the Boys Stadium of Salinas (Ferrasci Parks original name). We ARE Ferrasci Park Little league and it’s where “our” kids Play!

  2. As a little girl growing up in North Salinas, I remember well hanging out at Ferrasci Park! We little kids pretty much ran wild and played with any ball we could find, while older brothers and friends played ball. (Ah, that was a different era!) Parents ran concessions, or watched games – depending on their shift. For me, baseball is as intertwined with growing up in Salinas as the ripe smell of freshly fertilized fields or the dense fog that feels like rain…

    • Corey, I feel the same way when I drive by to visit my sister. Wonderful memories of great times and a very generous man. Mr. Frerrasci made it all happen. Many many parents built the park and maintained it so other generations could have a chance to play ball.

      • Gerald, today we had our 2nd annual tee-ball and pee wee day at Ferrasci Park and you all would be so proud in what we are doing to keep the future of Ferrasci Park LL going. We dedicated the day to those kids with jump houses, carnival games and skills competitions. It was an awesome day. As the current and hopefully future president I hope all the men who helped make our park can come back and visit us to see just how much pride is still involved in what we do here. We are so grateful for the passion you had back in the day to have Mr. Ferrasci decide to make part of his land the park it is today and I can promise you we will keep the park going and pass on the passion we have now realized from the story you have written.

        • Corey Rock, Just saw that you have some Champs to be very proud of. Wonderful that with all the hard work parents have put in that they can celebrate the Championship with the players. The desire lives on in those who share the dream. Thank you for being there for them.

    • Monique, you bring to mind those very things that made growing up in Bolsa Knolls special. We used to have crop dusting airplanes fly along side our house on Russel road and the dust would fog the house! I don’t think it hurt me but that was 60 years ago so we will just have to see.

  3. What a wonderful story and an insight to the origin of Ferrasci Park. I and most all of my friends played at Ferrasci from 1965 thru 1970 and we have so many great memories of that era. The batting stance of Willie Mays was always displayed and every moring during the summer you would find on that field: Steve Sims, Willie Garibay, Joe, Jeff and Ken Vermurlen, Percy VonWinning,Rick Albarran,Doug and Troy MacDonald, Ron and Don Pence, Jerry O’Connor, Mike Roberts, Kyle Kimm,Mike Nance and Doug Cask…rounding all of these guy’s up in the morning was easy and we would play all day long stopping only to go home for a peanut butter sandwich, blue(instant) milk and a fresh picked nectarine from a tree in the backyard. meeting back after lunch someone would have snowballs(pink and whie) or a moonpie and a grape nehi that everybody would drink off of(save for me…germs you know) what great memories

    • Joe we used to play with a ball till the cover came off and then wrap it in black ‘friction tape’. One of the things that the black tape caused was when it got too dark to see if you hit the ball in the air you were out! Wonderful times those were. Baseball kept many kids off the wanted list.

      • Gerald that is exactly what we did, the black tape graced many a ball and bat. We used to find water logged balls in the creek when we had to jump the fence to retrieve another “Garibay” home run and we would dry them out and use them. after a bat was cracked ( after complaints of “Hey man turn the label up next time”) we would Elmer’s glue it, then drive a couple nails in it then wrap it with the black tape. We did not have aluminum bats back then. I remember the songs “In the year 2525″ or” Crystal blue persuasion” playin on a small hand held transistor that you would always have to turn a certain way to get better reception. The crop dustors would spray the fields behind out house on Locarno ( we moved there in ’64 and my dad still lives in the very same house) and the poison would sit over our home. I am sure it had something to do with our mother’s fatal cancer as she always did her gardening in that mess. I remember the big wooden scoreboard in left field that had the wooden plates you would slide in to update score and outs, Joe Guiterez was the home plate umpire, Mr. BoBo lived in the little blue house across from center field. I remember his wife walking up and down Cornwall in black I think she passed away in the late ’60′s I coached there for 7 years in the 80′s and glance a “memory look” every time I pass by to visit my dad. Our group “owned” that ballpark in the late 60′s as we were the kid’s that were always there.

  4. Never really thought about how many boys are linked through the long history of that ball park. I have many stories and a few scars from there as well. Would be interesting to put together a batch of those stories. I’ll write up some of mine if we can get others to do the same. My most vivid memories are gophers and frogs, getting hit in the eye by a wild throw from the 3rd base, a pipe that would give you enough shock when you grabbed it to make your muscles flex, long striped socks and a visit from one of the Oakland A’s.

    • Bjorn, Great idea about having others share their stories about the park and life in Bolsa Knolls. I remember meeting Alvin Dark years after he retired. I hope others will share their memories before they dim. We used to play towards the fields but when the houses went in the field was reversed. Like Joe mentioned we would fish for lost balls in the creek. It seems the water logged ones didn’t go as far but later on if you hit one in the creek we would all groan and you were out. I remember a few times kids would go home with their ball and the game would be over.

      Please feel free to add your part in the history of the field.

  5. Harold Dillard says:

    I remember watching my brother Roy play for Williams food center.hitting home run after home run.15 -17 a year.i played farm team to uniform team there. and coached a year while in high school.My brothers and my cousins played ball there.Even watched my mom play on the parents team a year or two.Our family name is still in the cement to this day.what a joy it was to play ball and make friends at that park.

  6. Harold its hard to imagine what we would of missed if there wasn’t a ball park to grow up playing on. Wonderful memories.

  7. Robert W Dunn says:

    Learned alot about teamwork on that field and learned how to chew there also. made alot of long life friends being one of the Bolsa knolls boys

  8. Cindy Jorgensen says:

    Uncle Jerry, I couldn’t keep my old sentimental self from shedding many tears reading this wonderful story. You write like you have lived your life with so much heart! Thank-you for reviving so many memories of my childhood. I love you my dear Uncle Jerry!

    • Jer Lingo says:

      Cindy, You know you are my favorite Niece, don’t tell the rest of them please! I remember many things sometimes that others have forgotten. I think I paid close attention because I stuttered. When you have a speech problem its like you are trapped inside yourself and as a result you become an observer. I still have memories that I find hard to put into words. Its just my understanding of the things that happened while growing up in Bolsa Knolls. I feel fortunate to have known the “Boys”. Some turned out for the worse but many turned out the better as we grew and shared our dreams and our hopes.
      Maybe someday your Great Great Grandchild will play there? He/she will be better for it. Unc.

  9. İsmail Oğuz says:

    I have attended in baseball competition in Minnesota when I was in US as visiting scientist, but I could not figure out the rules of baseball game .

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