Thursday, March 6, 2025

Fifty

 

“Tales From the Cemetery”

With “Cowboy” Matt Chasco

 

Fifty

 

            No. This isn’t another birthday essay.

           

            My job duty count keeps going up as I move through my 19th year at the cemeteries. My joke is that the powers that be keep saying, “I know your plate’s pretty full… so we brought you a second plate!”

Some of those duties are certainly labors of love. We’re currently updating our records so they can be uploaded to a brand-new software program and it’s basically correcting errors made 20+ years ago that were ignored or, sadly enough, went unnoticed until I caught them. It’s… unpleasant, but very satisfying to know that it’s going to be fixed, correctly, for the first time in a long time, maybe ever.

            Other job duties are a somber reminder of our mission to the people of Milwaukee. Today was one of those days.

 

            Every six weeks, we perform a “Burial of The Pre-Born”. We coordinate with several local hospitals and Pinelawn Cemetery to give a burial to miscarried and stillborn babies, less than 20 weeks of gestation or and/or less than 12 ounces. The technical term for these babies is “Products of Conception”. We use the term “babies”, because that’s what they are. We travel to the hospitals to pick them up, deliver Pinelawn’s burials to them, then we take ours back to Holy Cross for a fully-fledged committal service, just as we’d do with anyone else. The babies are each placed in their own small container by the hospital staff, and those containers are then placed into a small concrete burial vault and buried in our infant section. We will know exactly where that baby is buried should a family wish to visit them.

            Today, we laid fifty children to rest. Fifty.

It’s heartbreaking. To see some of those parents dealing with the loss of a child, regardless of age, is devastating. For some, it’s their first time. For one family, this was their sixth miscarriage. Yes. Six.

 

In my years at Holy Cross, I started by making sure our service was on our daily schedule and the babies’ names were entered into our records. In time, it became my job to order the vault. Then, it was my responsibility to set the schedule for the entire year and become program coordinator. Today, I completed the circle by taking over the pickup duties.

 

I attended the service for the first time today and it was not an easy time. I witnessed a family as they sat there with their two very young children and were there to pray for their baby, a sibling their children will never know this side of heaven. I’m not ashamed to tell you I shed tears, as the entire situation hit me very deeply. I have family and friends that have dealt with this, and I cannot imagine the pain they went through and are still going through.

 

I am honored and humbled to help these families and take it very seriously that they have entrusted their little ones to us. These little souls will never know the warmth of the sun on their faces, the smell of rain, the beauty of snow. I take comfort in the fact that these families will see them again someday. I pray we can give these families a sense of closure and security that their baby is not only safe with us but is now safe in the loving arms of our savior.

 

I ask all of you, from the bottom of my heart, to pray for these families. Pray for healing, understanding, and hope in the resurrection.

 

Parents, give your kids an extra hug. Soak up every moment you have with them and be thankful we have those moments.

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

 

“Tales From the Cemetery”

With “Cowboy” Matt Chasco

 

The Godfather of the American League

 

            Soooooderblom…

            Soooooderblom…

            Soooooderblom…

            YOU SUCK!

            IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!

            *Cowbells

            Hockey is fun. Period. That being said, I can’t tell you the pure joy we fans felt when we were a part of that chant against Arvid Soderblom, goalie of The Rockford Icehogs, the AHL affiliate of the Chicago Blackhawks. When our Milwaukee Admirals scored against him, it’s a time-honored tradition to chant the “tendy’s” name, and remind him how bad he is at his job.

            A chant is one thing, but what about a song? European sports fans are really good at this, but it’s nothing new.

            During the first World Series in 1903, the “Royal Rooters” were the travelling cheering section for the American League champion Boston Americans. Led by the owner of the 3rd Base Saloon Michael T. “Nuf Ced” McGreevy and included Boston mayor John Fitzgerald (grandfather of John F. Kennedy), they would sing a song called “Tessie” from the Broadway show The Silver Slipper to taunt the players of the National League champion Pittsburgh Pirates, especially their shortstop, the legendary Honus Wagner.

            One verse they re-wrote for the occasion went as follows:


Honus, why do you hit so badly?

Take a back seat and sit down

Honus, at bat you look so sadly.

Hey, why don't you get out of town?

            In 1903, the American League was still “new”, having been founded in 1900 thanks to the leadership of people like Charles Comiskey (eventual owner of the Chicago White Sox), Connie Mack (part-owner of the Philadelphia Athletics) and Poygan, Wisconsin’s own Henry Killilea, the eventual owner of the Boston Americans. Killilea was already a part-owner of the Milwaukee Brewers, who were a minor league team at the time. He was an attorney by trade, but a good college athlete (played football and baseball for the University of Michigan) and fan of baseball in general. The American League was founded with a meeting at Killilea’s home here in Milwaukee. There’s even a historic plaque on the spot where his house used to stand in what is now the parking lot of the former Milwaukee Journal offices.

            Killilea sold his interests in the Brewers (who moved to St. Louis and went on to become the St. Louis Browns and, eventually, the Baltimore Orioles) and pumped money into the Americans and got far enough along to get them to the First World Series, which almost didn’t happen.

You read that right: he helped found the league, was a pretty good owner, had a great team, and they almost refused to play.

            What happened? A few things.

            First of all, the Americans’ contracts only ran through September 30th, 1903. The World Series was slated to take place in October. They wanted a contract extension, which Killilea offered. They refused, because money was left on the table.

Killilea and Pittsburgh owner Barney Dreyfus agreed to split the ticket revenue 3-1. In simple terms, the winning team got 75% of the ticket money from the series, and the losers got 25%. Dreyfus vowed to give his share of those gate receipts to his players if they won. When the Boston players caught wind of this, they asked for the same treatment, and a contract extension.

            Killilea refused and was about to call the series off. However, after some negotiations, Killilea agreed to give 50% of the team’s share of the gate receipts to his players and extended their contracts. The Americans went on to win that first series -a best of nine series- five games to three, coming back from a 3-1 deficit and winning four games in a row.

But…

It was a rare situation where the players of the losing team actually earned more money than the players on the winning team. According to The Sporting News of October 24, 1903, Dreyfus gave his players the full ticket revenue anyway, giving each player a World Series bonus check of $1,316.00. The Americans got $1,182.00 each.

Killilea himself… got $6,699.00.

            While Killilea could be hailed as a “pioneer” in revenue sharing with his players, let’s face it: he had little choice. He doesn’t agree, there’s no World Series and the reputation of the league he helped found would have been in jeopardy. At any rate, he sold his shares in the team in December 1903 for $150,000 (between roughly $3-4 million in today’s money), claiming his law business in Milwaukee took up too much of his time. (Fun fact: during the 1902 season, it was reported that as owner of the Boston Americans, he only saw six games in Boston.)

            Killilea owned part of the Cleveland Naps in 1904 and established himself as a leading baseball attorney in the following years. In 1928 he bought the Brewer minor league team here. He died in 1929, leaving his 24-year-old daughter as the owner of the Brewers.

This World Series-winning baseball owner, and a key character in professional baseball history, is buried here in Milwaukee, at Historic Calvary Cemetery on Chapel Hill.