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From ‘rag tags,’ Casey Truckers reach ASA Hall of Fame

Wednesday, October 5th, 2016

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Journal Gazette & Times Courier
BY BRIAN NIELSEN / Sports Editor
Originally published Jan. 25, 2009

CASEY, IL – Even before the surprised opponents had to put money where their doubts were, former Casey Trucker Sam White knew what they were thinking.

“We were just a bunch of rag tags,” White said. “We got in that tournament at Terre Haute. Nobody had heard much about us. We beat Wayne Meyers’ team for the tournament championship. It was a money tournament. If I remember right it took them a while to come up with the money. I think we beat them 1-0. We kind of fooled them. They didn’t think we could beat them. I think they had to take up a collection to get the money.”

Before long, men’s fastpitch softball powers were not so surprised by the success of the small town guys of Casey, a team whose journeys eventually included a 1979 trip to Stockton, Calif., for a the Amateur Softball Association (ASA Class A National Championship) nationals.

Casey also played host to softball’s version of college basketball’s NIT – the National ASA Invitational.

“That’s Joe Snedeker,” White said. “Casey was a hotbed for softball back then and Joe Snedeker was behind all that.”

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The Show and Tell of a Farmer’s Life

Monday, November 30th, 2009

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When Dan Healy’s great grandfather came to America from Ireland in 1868, he brought this cowbell with him.
Story and Photo By BOB OTTO

CALIMESA, CA – There’s no doubt, Dan Healy loves stumping his buddies at Uncle Ray’s Donut Shop in Yucaipa when they gather for their daily coffee klatch.

“Do you know what this is?” or “Have you ever seen one of these?” he’ll ask while lifting up and brandishing some unusual looking object. It’s as if Healy’s playing a game of show and tell.

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One morning the 79-year-old retired high school teacher walked in carrying what looked like some sort of antique paint scrapper. We guessed the scrapper part right. But what it was used for, we had no clue.

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