I met Clark Griffith in 1955, just before he died. I was nine years old, and remember it vividly. He took me by the hand and we rode together in this tiny elevator up to his office on the second floor at Griffith Stadium. Griffith and Walter had been so close, and he just doted on me. It blows my mind that I remember meeting a man who was born in 1869, four years after the Civil War! I never did meet Walter, by the way, as far as I know. He went into the hospital on April 8, 1946, and died there eight months later. I was born April 20, and I don't think I was ever taken to the hospital. I'll have to ask Mom about that. I was the last grandchild born before he died, and he knew about me. That's enough for me.
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