


The e-mail came out of the blue.
“My name is Eric Oliver and I work with Perfect Game Baseball in Cedar Rapids,” it began.
“I have an idea for a bittersweet story that could run around the time of the boys’ state baseball tournament.“This summer marks the 60th anniversary of the 1947 Wilson High School of Cedar Rapids state baseball championship team. Chuck Fulton [pictured at the right] passed away June 28 – leaving Ken Charipar the last surviving member of that team.“I think a column of Kenny reminiscing about the events of that summer would make great reading, especially with your ties to that school and era.”Today, after a number of telephone calls and e-mails, here’s that column.*
It’s about a high school in southwest Cedar Rapids that’s no longer a high school
[it’s a middle school] and about a group of gritty young guys who made sports their passion at a time when life was much simpler.
They called them the Ramblers.
And, man, did they play hard. And, man, were they good.Ken Charipar, who is 76 and says he’s “lucky to be here” after a series of very serious health problems, remembers it all so well.They've already named a ballpark -- the one at Xavier High School in Cedar Rapids -- after Charipar, and there's a tournament in Cedar Rapids that's named after the late
Bob Vrbicek, a Wilson teammate of Charipar who went on to become an outstanding umpire.
It doesn't get much better than that.“When we were kids, we spent a lot of time at the ballpark,” he recalled. “We didn’t have the distractions kids have today -- the money, the cars, the video games.
“We bonded together. We weren’t afraid to spend a couple or three hours a day at the park, We’d walk from Wilson down to the field at Hayes [elementary] School for practice, then we’d walk back.”Eric Oliver, whose day job is as a physical education teacher at Roosevelt Middle School in Cedar Rapids, did a considerable amount of research for me on this project.He found that Wilson, coached by
Don Durey and helped out by others, won state baseball championships in 1947 and 1948 with a combined record of 50-3.
“With only two pitchers [Frank Simanovsky and Arnie Pavlicek]!” Eric said.The starters were Chuck Fulton at second base, Bob Reid at catcher, Ken Charipar at third base, Don Harmon at shortstop, Bob Vrbicek in centerfield, Chuck Petefish in rightfield, Lloyd Oliver [Eric's father] in leftfield, Frank Simanovsky was the lefthanded pitcher who later played minor league baseball with a kid named Mickey Mantle, and Hal Cooper was the first baseman.
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Wilson was a school made up of kids who came from hard-working families -- many of Czech descent.
Those families lived in well-kept homes with lawns that were trimmed every week -- twice a week if there was plenty of rain -- with motorless mowers that were pushed manually.The dads worked, the mothers stayed home to look after the kids and to buy their groceries at the corner store.
Sixteenth Avenue -- commonly known just as The Avenue -- was a center of business. You could get your pork roast and your jaternice at Pohlena's Meat Market, you could buy your kolaches at Sykora's, you could get a pint of whiskey at the state-run liquor store. And, yes, you could stop for a Hamms at one of several beer joints along The Avenue.So what's jaternice? I knew you'd ask that question. It's pork snouts and pork jowls that are ground and mixed with cereal. My dad liked it, I did everything I could to stay away from it.The years haven't softened my feelings on jaternice.
But I just try to be nice when I'm offered a plate of it and say, "It's not on my diet."Few things are.
Riverside Park and Hayes School were both close-by The Avenue.
Kenny Charipar, Lloyd Oliver and
Chuck Fulton could double to left-center in both ballparks at the drop of a belt-high fastball.
Even now, mention of Riverside Park brings back the distinctive odors from the adjoining Penick & Ford Co. -- better known as the Starch Works -- to some of us.*
Wilson's 1947 good-pitch, clutch-hit Ramblers defeated Bancroft, 2-1, in the state championship game.
Lloyd Oliver, Ken Charipar, Chuck Fulton and the rest of that superb 1947 Wilson Rambler team was made up of players who began winning when they suited up for the Roosevelt Hotel American League Junior squad-–just called “Junior Legion” in the mid-to late-1940s –- coached by Carl “Shrimp” Matter and Frank Tvrdik.“My dad passed away six years ago of cancer,” Eric Oliver said. "He’s in St. John’s Cemetery with a baseball and bat at his side of the tombstone.”One of
Lloyd Oliver’s younger brothers was
Ken, who was in my classes at Lincoln Elementary and Wilson High School.
One day in fourth grade at Lincoln, Ken and I were chasing each other through the room and knocked over the teacher’s big flower pot. The pot broke, the flowers were knocked to the floor. The teacher ordered us to go downtown and buy her a new pot, which we did. The teacher wasn't the only person who was mad about that flower-pot incident. So was my mother. And I suppose
Kenny Oliver's mother, too.
By the way,
Kenny Oliver no longer has to worry about replacing broken flower pots.
“He passed away a few years ago," Eric Oliver said.*
I was 10 years of age when I began hanging around with
Chuck Fulton and his younger brother
Jack, both of whom lived a couple of blocks from me in Cedar Rapids.
Their dad, John Fulton, put me in the back seat of the car and hauled me to baseball games all around Cedar Rapids and even to Iowa City.Chuck Fulton played baseball, football and basketball for Wilson, and he played them well. He was my role model. Because he was a second baseman, I wanted to be a second baseman.
I never got to be as good as Chuck. But I gave it my best. That's what you were supposed to do in those days on the southwest side of Cedar Rapids. Do the best job you could.In the obituary from
Murdoch-Linwood Funeral Home in Cedar Rapids, it said
“Charles D. Fulton, 76, died at the Dennis and Donna Oldorf Hospice House of Mercy in Hiawatha, following a rare lymphoma. A Celebration of Life party, as requested by Chuck, will be held at a later date….”*
That July 17 celebration turned into quite a deal,
Eric Oliver told me.
It was held at Veterans Memorial Stadium, and Oliver called it “one of the most incredible things I have ever experienced.“It was stormy and rainy right up until a few minutes before 5 p.m., when the sky opened up and the sun came out. It was the most beautiful day you could ask for. Two hours later, as the event was culminating, the storms moved in again.
“I can just hear Chuck saying, ‘Look, I only need a couple of hours.’”Oliver said
Jack Roeder, general manager of the
Cedar Rapids Kernels of the Class A Midwest League, estimated the crowd at between 400 and 500.
“It was a literal hall of fame of Cedar Rapids athletes from the 1940s,” Oliver said. “Young’s Hill [where the Charipars, the Fultons, ex-NBA coach Bill Fitch and my brother and I grew up], Lincoln, Wilson, Riverside Park and Hayes Field were mentioned many times.“Chuck’s children and grandchildren each took turns at the microphone, followed by close friends. Much of the sentiment involved humorous stories about Chuck and his caring, gregarious personality, which endeared him to so many.
“Many speakers spoke of how much the state championships meant to Chuck and how modest he was despite his tremendous athletic ability. When Bill Quinby took the microphone, he talked of the high school rivalries, read off the name of each person in the starting lineup and went on to explain that –- with Chuck’s passing –- Ken Charipar was the last survivor of that team.”
Quinby was an outstanding athlete at Franklin High School on Cedar Rapids’ northeast side. He went on to become a football referee in the Big Ten, then later the NFL.
Kids from Wilson [at least this one] always considered the Wilson-Franklin rivalry to be the biggest and best in a city that then had four public high schools [McKinley and Roosevelt were the others].Wilson was usually better in baseball and football, Franklin was usually better in basketball and the country club sports.
Oliver said “a video presentation of
Chuck Fulton’s life on the stadium’s Jumbotron, beginning with baby pictures and a picture of Chuck at about age 5 standing in front of Lincoln Elementary and continued with pictures of
Chuck and [his widow]
Elaine in their teens and throughout their life, with their family and friends ending with a picture of Chuck smiling and waving goodbye to us all.
“I can tell you that there was not a dry eye in the house at that moment. Finally came the beer and the ballpark fare -– hot dogs, nachos and so forth – and some of the most enjoyable and pleasant mingling you could ever hope for….”*
Chuck Fulton’s obituary said he was “a director with the Kernels and a member of the Cedar Rapids Baseball Hall of Fame…He had been active on numerous committees and was a key player in helping the Reds and Kernels make the necessary improvements mandated by Major League Baseball during the 1990s to keep professional baseball in Cedar Rapids.
“Chuck had put in many hours at the park and had been a tireless worker/ambassador for the club….”Eric Oliver said “Chuck Fulton was a true friend. I remember attending an M&J League old-timers game at old Vets Stadium in Cedar Rapids when I was around 10 or 12. I will never forget my dad hitting what would best be described as a ‘major league pop-up’ into the shallow part of the infield between second base and shortstop.
“Just as I was beginning to resign myself to the fact that my ‘hero’ had just made an out, I heard a voice from the dugout yelling, ‘Let it drop!’ for the whole ballpark to hear – allowing his old teammate to reach base with a ‘hit.’“I gave my dad a hard time about this up to and including the day he passed away. Every time I brought it up, the smile that came to his face was unmistakable.”*
Back to
Ken Charipar, the lone survivor of Wilson’s 1947 state champions.
The man is quite a story.
When he says he’s “pretty lucky to be here,” he means just that.
He says he survived cancer of the esophagus, which is the disease that killed Drake and Iowa State basketball coach Maury John and has killed many others.“I had surgery to remove my esophagus, then doctors pulled my stomach up to make me a new esophagus,” Charipar said. “I’ve also had 5-way coronary bypass surgery and I use a defibrillator now.
“I was one of the early ones from our group of players to get sick, but for whatever reason the Good Lord has me hanging on yet.”Charipar’s grandson,
Nathan Woods, played for the
Cedar Rapids Xavier team that lost to West Delaware of Manchester, 8-0, in Saturday's championship game of the class 3-A high school tournament here. Woods pitched a no-hitter Friday in Xavier's 7-0 victory over Sioux City Heelan.
Xavier was the defending champion, so a second consecutive title would have enabled Charipar’s grandson to equal what he and his Wilson teammates did long ago.
“Nathan was chosen by the Los Angeles Dodgers in the 28th round of the recent major league draft,” Charipar said. “He’s a first baseman, outfielder, catcher and pitcher. He’s planning to attend Belmont University in Nashville, but we’re all waiting to see what kind of money the Dodgers come up with.”Kenny Charipar knows something about collegiate baseball. He was an assistant baseball coach at the University of Iowa for 11 seasons.
A son-in-law of Charipar is even more well-known. Mike Boddicker, now retired from baseball, was a pitcher for the Baltimore Orioles and several other clubs, and now lives in Kansas City.
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In researching and reviewing Wilson’s 2-1 victory over Bancroft in the 1947 state championship game in
Cedar Rapids Gazette clippings,
Eric Oliver said, “Having given up only two hits in the entire game,
Frank Simanovsky opened the last inning with a bout of wildness –- beaning the leadoff hitter.
“The next batter hit a single to leftfield and the runner on first made the mistake of trying to take third base on my dad. He threw a ‘shot’ to third baseman Kenny Charipar to nail the lead runner.“By tournament time,
Shrimp Matter had been relegated to the stands by the
Iowa High School Athletic Association for lack of certification. From there, he flashed a pre-arranged signal to coach
Don Durey to bring in
Arnie Pavlicek, who made quick work of the last two outs, and the boys from the poor side of Cedar Rapids became kings for a day.”
Wonderful stuff, Eric. Thanks for sharing it with the rest of us.*
EDITOR'S NOTE -- Ron Maly is a graduate of Wilson High School in Cedar Rapids. He actually finished his classes in January of the year he got out of school, but had to wait until June to get his diploma at Kingston Stadium with the rest of the graduates. It's just a guess, but Ron thinks the school administration, for some unknown reason, didn't want to have an outdoor graduation ceremony in 6 feet of snow at Kingston Stadium in January. From January until September, Ron worked in the stock room at Link-Belt Speeder in Cedar Rapids to make enough money so he could get through most of his first year at the University of Iowa. Tuition at Iowa was cheaper in those days, and Maly had a parttime job at the Cedar Rapids Gazette while he went to Iowa. Ron tells the editors of this website that the factory job was good for him. "I found out I didn't want to work in a stock room again. Or a factory again," he explains. In his years at Wilson, Maly liked most of his teachers and most of his classes. The exceptions were his biology and woodwork classes, which may explain why he didn't try to find a job in either of those fields. Ron can't remember his biology teacher's name or what she looked like, but his woodwork teacher was Jay Busby and, sad to say, Ron remembers what Busby looked like. The picture in Maly's mind is not a pleasant one. He's also told his editors that he didn't think Busby had a sense of humor. "If he did, he wouldn't have sent me into the counselor's office when he saw me writing my own excuse after I went to a movie the day before, instead of going to school," Maly said. Busby was never one of Ron's favorites. Maybe that's because he [Old Jay, not then-young Ron] was Wilson's basketball coach, and didn't do very well at it. Every time Ron visits Cedar Rapids -- which, unfortunately, isn't often anymore -- he drives past Wilson to make sure it's still there and hasn't been turned into a truck driving school. His editors think he secretly wishes it was still a high school. And, oh, yes, one more thing. The photo of Chuck Fulton at the top right of this column comes to you as a courtesy of Murdoch-Linwood Funeral Home in Cedar Rapids.