Don Frailie’s life was so well-lived

Don Frailie’s life was so well-lived

When we came home from my in-laws on Christmas Day last year, there was a Brooks Robinson autographed baseball in a plastic case sitting on my porch.

No card and no message. Just the baseball in its plastic case.

My grandson, who was born in April 2017, is named Brooks Wyatt. His mother and father named him after Brooks Robinson, the Hall of Fame third baseman for the Baltimore Orioles.

Even though this gift didn’t have tag on it, the fingerprints were obvious to us.

We knew it was Don Frailie. That was just his style of doing things. I never found out for sure, because he’d never admit to it if asked, but I knew.

On Wednesday night around 11:30, Ashland became a sadder place because Don Frailie’s big heart stopped beating. What a sad, sad day.

Don’s passing hurts anyone who ever met this kind and caring man and many of you who never even knew him but were probably impacted. His life was always about helping others and never shining the light on himself.

I count myself incredibly blessed to have known him, to witness the light inside him that came bursting out when he saw a need, to watch him be that silent helping hand. He was the humblest man you’d ever meet.

Counting Don Frailie as a friend made you warm inside. I wish everyone could have experienced it. Maybe that’s why his death hurts so much.

In a lot of instances, he was your friend and you may never have known it. That’s how Don Frailie rolled in life, a trail of pure goodness sprinkled behind him. With his country ways, he could have easily been a character on “The Andy Griffith Show,” but there was no acting with him. He was genuine, a true friend and a giant in this town.

He was an attorney and a teacher and brilliant in both professions and even coached some of Ashland’s greatest athletes during a stint at Coles Jr. High. He was a husband and a father and he loved his late wife Karen and his daughter Mary Beth more than anything this world had to offer.

Behind them, the man adored baseball. He was a walking baseball encyclopedia. Don was Google for baseball before there was Google. He loved his Braves, Milwaukee and Atlanta, and when he was a little guy playing in the first year of Little League in Ashland, Don played first base for the Giants. He rolled up his sleeves like Ted Kluszewski, the muscular first baseman for the Reds who liked to show off his biceps.

Don was always that behind-the-scenes person who made sure things got done but never wanted any credit for it. He helped me on more than one occasion with the costs associated with our CP-1 Hall of Fame ceremony.

His wife Karen was one of the best English teachers that Ashland and Rose Hill ever witnessed. She was the epitome of perfect grammar and a beautiful individual. When she lost her life to cancer, a piece of Don went with her. He was devastated as any of us would be. He visited her grave at the Ashland Cemetery every day where he told her about what was going on in his life. He never stopped loving her with all his being.

Don immediately began a trust, the Karen Frailie Christian Education Fund, that provided teachers with the tools they needed. Each teacher at Rose Hill Christian School had $300 to spend on their class each year. And, by the way, if they needed more, all they had to do was ask.

His gracious life has impacted so many.

Two years ago, he made sure every unmarked grave in the “Baby Section” of the Ashland Cemetery had a marker. All at his expense. All because of his love.

I can only imagine his entry into heaven on Wednesday night being reunited with Karen, the love of his life, and having so many of these unnamed babies rushing to hug him. The long line of those he helped over the years who wanted to thank him probably stretched for miles on those golden streets.

When we all get to heaven. What a day of rejoicing that will be!

A day of loss for us but what a day of victory for him.

 

Rotary event in Ashland focused on polio survivors, eradicating disease

Rotary event in Ashland focused on polio survivors, eradicating disease

Iron Lungs were used to help polio victims breathe.

ASHLAND, Ky. – Blanche Allen is 87 years older, enjoyed a 35-year career as a nurse and runs her own household.

But 55 years ago, her every breath was produced through an apparatus called an Iron Lung.

Allen is a polio survivor who as a young nurse and mother of two in the early 1960s depended on the Iron Lung to breathe for a month of her life after learning she had contracted polio despite taking the vaccine.

“I was paralyzed,” she said. “They took me to the ER. I was in terrible shape. My sister checked on me before she turned in for the night. It was 11:30 or 12 at night and it felt like there was a 100-pound weight on my neck.”

Allen, who was paralyzed from the neck down, was only the fourth from Boyd County to have contracted the disease at that time. She was one of the first to use an Iron Lung, a machine that resembles a hot water heater.

Polio patients were put inside the machine with only their head sticking out and it mechanically put breath in their lungs.

Allen said she was in and out of it and doesn’t remember much about her time inside the Iron Lung. She was fed through tubes. Her children, girls ages 5 and 11, never saw their mother inside the machine.

“They could hear it (from the hallway) but never saw me in it,” Allen said.

Allen was in the Our Lady of Bellefonte hospital in Greenup County and her doctor, Clarence Haberle, had the Iron Lung sent from King’s Daughters in Ashland.

“I remember they brought it over in a pickup truck,” Allen said.

She said. the day they let her come home, the doctor wheeled her to the car. “He said ‘I never thought I’d see the day you’d go home and go to church every Sunday. He let you live to raise the girls.”

Allen returned to her job as a nurse in the hospital where she was sick and the Iron Lung was in the basement.

“I never went to see it,” she said.

Allen’s family has a history of long lives. Her grandmother lived to be 103 and her sister was 18 days shy of 100.

“Without that Iron Lung, I’d be gone,” she said.

One of the missions of Rotary International is to eradicate polio from the world. A coalition of nine Rotary clubs in the Tri-State area near Ashland will come together Sunday, Oct. 28, for a special day at the Paramount Arts Center.

The film “Breathe,” the true life story of a polio survivor, will be shown on the historic theater’s big screen at 3 p.m. The movie was released in 2017 and tells the story of Robin Cavendish, who contracted polio at 28 and was given only months to live. He survived with the help of his wife and inventor Teddy Hall to escape the hospital ward and devote the rest of his life to helping fellow patients and the disabled.

Polio survivors will be on hand as will Iron Lungs that were for children and adults. Allen plans on coming to the event which also includes a short film called “Polio Survivor Stories” produced by Randy Yohe, a former local news television reporter, and his wife Vickie.

He interviews several polio survivors who tell their story in the film. Ashland residents Trish Hall and Don Setterman and Ann Bryant of Catlettsburg are among those in the video.

Tickets are $10 and proceeds benefit Rotary International’s PolioPlus Fund and be matched 2 to 1 by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation which has pledged $450 million to right polio from 2017-2019.

Polio has been eradicated from the United States since 1979. The global fight continues. In 2018, a total of 20 cases was reported in the world. A country must go without a case for three years to be declared polio-free.

Wednesday was World Polio Day.

Tomcat tradition on full display with Larry Conley

Tomcat tradition on full display with Larry Conley

Jason Mays, the new Ashland Tomcat basketball coach, is smart enough to understand the role that tradition plays in the community and the program itself.

It was with that in mind that he set up a celebration night with perhaps the greatest Tomcat of them all.

Larry Conley, who was part of the memorable ’61 Tomcats that won a state championship and then practically willed the ’62 Tomcats back to the championship game, was back in front of today’s players Thursday night in an event that Mays hopes can stir the echoes.

Do they remember Larry Conley? Probably not, but their parents and grandparents – not to mention countless other fans who were among more than 100 in attendance – sure did.

For those who don’t remember him as a player surely remembered him as a college basketball television analyst that had an illustrious 42-year broadcasting career. He estimated covering 1,800 basketball games and 600 baseball games and most of those involved SEC teams.

Conley is 73 and still has that slender body that made him a basketball dynamo. The ’61 Tomcats are still remembered as one of Kentucky’s greatest state champions by those who have seen many of them, including former Herald-Leader columnist Billy Reed and former Herald-Leader sportswriter Mike Fields.

You can learn more about that team in my book called “Teamwork” (shameless promotion).

Conley talked about being a gym rat from an early age since his father, George, was the fiery coach of the Tomcats from 1949-54, guiding some of Ashland’s greatest teams and players, including the 1953 team that was ranked No. 1 but upset in the state tournament’s opening round.

Jim Host, a manager on that team, is still convinced the ’53 team was the best of all time. But those in ’61 beg to differ and they have the big trophy as proof that the 36-1 Tomcats team holds that distinction.

Nevertheless, that’s an argument for another day. Both are part of a Tomcat tradition that has few equals.

Conley said he learned his first lesson of discipline during a practice session when as a little tyke he picked up a basketball and began dribbling it when his father was addressing the team. Bad idea, he quickly learned, when his father turned to find out who was interrupting him.

“I learned that day to be quiet whenever the coach is talking,” he said.

Conley was cordial and affable, encouraging the young players to respect what their teammates could do, improve their weakness and take care of business in the classroom. It was great advice.

He also showed reverence for his coaches and none anymore than the late Bob Wright, his coach with the Tomcats who molded these talented players into a team for the ages. Conley talked about the amazing Harold Sargent, who could do anything with a basketball, and how this team was built to win. The top seven players all received Division I scholarships. Six of the seven are still living. Bob Hilton passed away many years ago.

Conley, of course, played for Adolph Rupp but he said that Rupp never saw him until he signed him to play for the Wildcats. Recruitment was different in those days, he said. “If you were a good player in Kentucky it was a given that you were going to Kentucky,” he said.

Wright kept the players letters from colleges until after the season and Conley said he gave him four boxes of letters when his senior season ended.

Conley said he did make a visit to Duke, drawing a groan from the crowd.

He remembered a time when Rupp came up to him and asked a question. “Conley, who is the better coach, me or your high school coach?” Conley said while imitating Rupp’s high-pitched voice. While Conley answered “correctly,” he said it was the “hesitation that got me in trouble.”

“Conley, you son of a gun, you’ve got a lot to learn,” he said was Rupp’s reply, Conley said, mimicking his southern drawl.

He also talked about his broadcasting career and some of the most memorable games, including the 1992 battle between Arkansas and Kentucky in the SEC Tournament. He said Rick Pitino was one of the two or three best coaches he was ever around, that he actually liked Bruce Pearl (more groans) and disliked Dale Brown. He said he eventually got to appreciate Nolan Richardson because of how hard the Razorbacks played for him.

It was a good night with one of the Tomcats finest ambassadors and best-ever players who told the team and audience that he’d try to make it back to watch them play in the Ashland Invitational Tournament.

Kudos to Coach Mays for putting tradition on display by reaching out to Conley for the event. Part of his job, as I’m sure he sees it, is to restore some of that tradition. The Tomcats are currently in the longest stretch between 16th Region championships. They last raised a banner in 2002.

 

 

 

CP-1 HOF ceremony: Emotion, never-before-told stories and (amazingly) no rain

ASHLAND, Ky. – The fourth annual Ashland Baseball CP-1 Hall of Fame ceremony had a little bit of everything.

-Emotional speeches. Several inductees had to collect themselves while offering up heartfelt speeches that included their parents, family and teammates.

-Untold stories. David Patton, a 1950s era Tomcat, brought out the entire arsenal of never-before-heard stories about his playing days. What a treat!

-Divine intervention. There’s no other explanation as to why it did not rain. The forecast kept getting worse day by day and on Friday was calling for a 90 percent chance of thunderstorms – and we made the call to have the ceremony in the park anyway Saturday morning.

Guess what? It didn’t rain.

It all added up to what will be remembered for a long time for the 14 inductees and their families.

It was also one of the bigger crowds in the history of the CP-1 Hall of Fame with 80 to 100 in attendance. Some laughed, some cried, and everybody enjoyed.

The common denominators were a love for Central Park and thank you wishes to deceased parents, to siblings, to teammates and to organizers.

Larry Stevens, a hard-throwing pitcher during the early days of the Tomcat Dynasty Era in the 1960s, came in a wheelchair because he is suffering from a disease that has also taken away his ability to communicate.

Yet Stevens broke off the line of the day when in his broken sentences was able to clearly get out: “I got a hit off Bill.”

That was in reference to good friend Bill Lynch, the flame-throwing lefthander who was in the inaugural CP-1 Hall of Fame class.

The crowd roared with laughter from Stevens’ short sentence to his friend. His wife later took over the rest of the speaking.

From stars in the 1950s to the 1970s, the crowd listened intently for two hours as one by one the inductees shared a bit of their stories. Nobody was too long and nobody was too short and everybody who came walked away feeling a little better about either living in Ashland or having the joy to play in Central Park.

Greg Swift, Don Allen and co-coaches Rick Reeves and Frank Wagner represented the 1970s. Reeves said it would be much better if Wagner, who died a dozen years ago, could have stood there with him.

Ernie Daniels not only shared his baseball life but also his faith in a heartfelt speech. He played from 1961 to 1963 for the Tomcats and shared a story how he won the American Legion Chuck Dickison Award as a 16-year-old shortstop.

He said he was waiting for the Dickison ceremony, not knowing who was going to win, and he saw his mother and father get out of a car. Daniels choked up a little before continuing, saying he still didn’t know he was going to be the award winner and then his name was announced.

Six members of the Tomcat Dynasty Era between 1965-69 also were inducted: John Sieweke, David Staten, Stevens, Mike Tackett, Fred Leibee and Don Lentz.

Three players from the 1950s, Patton, H.F. Dixon and Larry Castle rounded out with speeches that came from deep inside.

Inductees came out of state from Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Texas and from Lexington and Lawrenburg in state.

They came to be inducted but were reminded they left their heart in Central Park.

 

Radjunas makes one more handoff for Tomcats

John Radjunas with the game ball from the 1967 state championship game.

ASHLAND, Ky. – For the last 51 years, John Radjunas has had the game ball from Ashland’s 1967 state championship victory tucked away at his home.

Radjunas, who was a senior quarterback, was handed the football by one of the game’s officials as he was running off the field following Ashland’s 19-14 triumph over Elizabethtown.

The official figured it would be something Ashland would want in its trophy case, Radjunas said.

Fifty-one years later, the ball has found its way there after Radjunas presented it to Tomcat athletic director Mark Swift who made a spot for the encased football beside the ’67 championship trophy in the two-year-old wall display.

Principal Jamie Campbell, football coach Tony Love and cheerleading coach Cathy Goble were also at the impromptu ceremony.

Radjunas had no intention of keeping it when it was handed to him but the game ball – and even the Tomcats’ state championship victory – took a backseat to circumstances of these damp and dreary day.

Ashland’s victory at the Fairgrounds in Louisville will be forever linked with the tragic death of Joe Franklin, who was killed that morning in an automobile accident. He was traveling to a basketball scrimmage with four others that morning when he crashed on U.S. 60 just past Morehead. The passengers in the accident survived.

The players didn’t learn about what happened until after the game when coach Jake Hallum told them. Cheers turned to tears as they mourned the death of the popular Franklin, an All-American boy who played football as a sophomore but chose to concentrate on his best sport, basketball, as a junior.

It was no time to show off the game ball, Radjunas reasoned, so he tucked it into his bag and mostly forgot about it. The next day the Tomcats bused home and he went into the locker room and saw the football in the bag but decided, well, he would just keep it.

After all, Radjunas and everybody else associated with the Tomcat team and fans, were numb over the horrendous news. The championship even had a hollow ring to it.

He took care of the football over the years, even painting STATE CHAMPS 1967 ASHLAND 19, ETOWN 14 on it. Radjunas also purchased a nice case for it.

But after learning that Ashland had rebuilt its trophy case in the lobby of James A. Anderson Gymnasium, he knew that’s where it needed to be for all Tomcat fans to see.

So he made connections with Cathy Goble, his classmate, and she contacted Swift to put it all in motion. Then, on Thursday morning, the ‘ol quarterback made one more handoff for the Tomcats.

 

 

Tomcats to honor CP-1 HOF class at halftime of football opener

ASHLAND, Ky. – Inductees for the fourth annual Ashland Baseball CP-1 Hall of Fame are in for an extra treat.

The Ashland Tomcats are inviting the 2018 class to be their guests when the Tomcats open the high school football season against Harlan County on Saturday night in Putnam Stadium.

The 2018 CP-1 HOF class will be introduced to the crowd at halftime of the game, according to Ashland Athletic Director Mark Swift.

The CP-1 Hall of Fame ceremony takes place at 1 p.m. in Central Park and the Ashland-Harlan County game kicks off at 7:30.

All 14 of the inductees either played baseball for the Tomcats or attended school there.

Six members of the class were part of Ashland’s three-peat state championship baseball reign from 1966 to 1968.

The 14-member class includes:

David Patton, Larry Castle and H.F. Dixon from the 1950s era.

Ernie Daniels, Don Lentz, David Staten, Fred Leibee, Mike Tackett, Larry Stevens and John Sieweke from the 1960s era.

Greg Swift, Donnie Allen, Rick Reeves and the late Frank Wagner from the 1970s era.

This year’s class brings the total inducted to 50 with 50 more still to be selected in the next five years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

1950s era Tomcats part of star-studded CP-1 Hall of Fame class

David Patton, left, and Larry Castle are among 14 being inducted into the CP-1 Hall of Fame on Saturday.

ASHLAND, Ky. – Three Ashland Tomcat baseball greats from the 1950s will be enshrined in the Ashland Baseball CP-1 Hall of Fame on Saturday in Central Park.

Pitcher Larry Castle, catcher David Patton and center fielder H.F. Dixon were all teammates ifor the Tomcats who won the regional tournament in 1958.

Dixon was also on the 1960 regional champions that won its first game in the State Tournament before bowing out.

Castle played from 1957 to 1959 and was the No. 1 starting pitcher all three years, pitching the openers of district and regional tournaments and the region finals in 1957 and 1958.

He also started the state tournament opener in ’58, losing a narrow game with Owensboro.

Castle played either shortstop (if Dick Fillmore was pitching) or third base (if Herb Conley was pitching) when he wasn’t on the mound and batting around .350 while being one of the top run producers.

Castle’s nifty pitching was mostly off speed with an assortment of curveballs and sliders. He threw the fastball only 15 percent of the time, he said.

“I was best known for my curveball and drop curve, so I relied on them heavily,” he said. Castle struck out about 10 players per game.

Castle started his youth league career playing for Charles Russell Elementary that won back to back city championships. He also played for Ballard’s in the Pony League and his coach was T.R. Wright, whose name is on the Central Park press box. Gary Wright is T.R. Wright’s son. He also played in the Midget League where Robert Wright, Gary’s brother, was his coach.

Patton was a three-year starter from 1957 to 1959 and is best known as a catcher and powerful hitter. He hit .375 as a sophomore, .458 as a junior and .500 his senior year in 1958.

Dixon was a center fielder from 1958 to 1960, starting all three years and tracking down fly balls with the best of them. He was also a steady hitter who batted at the top of the order.

Dixon played in the first year of Babe Ruth in Ashland in 1957 and won the batting title with a .491 average.

His sandlot teammates – Gary Wright, David McGuire, Dicky Fillmore and Herb Conley – ended up being some of his high school teammates as well.

“I never took a play off I could ever remember,” he said.

Ernie Daniels, one of the best fielding shortstops in Tomcat history from 1961-63, is another inductee.

Others in the 2018 class are Don Lentz, Fred Leibee, John Sieweke, Dave Staten, Larry Stevens and Mike Tackett, all who were members of state championship teams during the stretch when the Tomcats won three titles in a row from 1966-68; 1970s players Greg Swift and Don Allen and Rick Reeves and the late Frank Wagner, who shared coaching duties from Post 76 American Legion for almost 20 years.

The ceremony begins at 1 p.m. in Central Park. It will move to the Family Life Center at Unity Baptist Church in case of rain.