Baby Boomer Bowling

bcI’ll bet many of us didn’t even know there was a sport called bowling. There is some debate about when bowling actually started, and lots of historians say it was back in Egypt about three to five thousand years ago.

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One of the earliest comments about bowling, with which we might be familiar, might have been by written by American author, Washington Irving, when he describes Rip Van Winkle ‘s helping a man carrying a keg of moonshine up a mountain until they happen on a group of men playing nine-pins. Perhaps bowling and drinking have always gone together.

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A couple of things happened in the 1950’s to popularize the game. The American Machine and Foundry Company (AMF) started to produce automatic pinspotters. This technology quickly replaced “pinboys,” (I know! There were girls who also set bowling pins, but the term is pinboy! I wonder if the girls ever lobbied for the term to be changed to pinpersons?) and ushered in the construction of many new bowling alleys throughout rural America. At about the same time, television started to broadcast bowling, with NBC leading the way with “Championship Bowling.” A number of other bowling shows were created, and bowlers like, Don Carter, Dick Weber, Carmen Salvino, Earl Johnson and Billy Welu, became household names. The Professional Bowlers’ Association was started at the end of the decade with the Ladies Professional Bowlers’ Association following shortly thereafter. The ladies version is no longer in operation.

I always wanted to have a bowling shirt. As I recall, in the ‘50’s and ‘60’s, bowling shirts were the only shirts that had writing on them. To get a bowling shirt, you had to be good enough to be on a bowling team, or you had to buy one yourself. I wasn’t good enough to be on a bowling team.

That’s not really true, I once was on a bowling team … a YMCA bowling team. The YMCA let anyone on a bowling team, but they didn’t give bowling shirts. Instead, they gave out hats … ridiculously silly hats, in retrospect. The teams got alpine hats, with feathers, and to make things worse, in case you were brave enough to wear your YMCA bowling hat out in public, they had the team name screened on them. I still haven’t forgotten my team’s name, even though it was probably 60 years ago. I was a “Lilliput!

For the first time in my life, I have just looked up the word, Lilliput. It’s a fictional island. Its fictional residents are called Lilliputians. The definition of Lilliputian is, “a trivial or very small person or thing.” Now that I know what I didn’t when I was bowling at the YMCA and wearing the silly hat, I question why I didn’t develop another complex.  Does the name Pinocchio do anything for you?

21143-Alpine-Hat-Costume-largeIn any event, I wanted to share with you some period appropriate bowling shirts I would have been proud to wear, except for the women’s shirts, although come to think of it, if I had worn a Lilliput shirt, could a women’s bowling shirt have been far behind?

There are some other interesting images I discovered on the Web.

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Time for a beer.

4 thoughts on “Baby Boomer Bowling

  1. Fred:

    Among the cool things about bowling alleys, and there were many, was that all I ever frequented in my youth had pool tables and bars that were not too scrupulous in checking your ID when you ordered a beer.

    Marshall

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  2. My older brother was a pin boy at the Woodmere lanes and he would let me come back with him and watch him reset the pins. Very cool. I did a lot of hanging out there and fill-in with a “bad crowd “who taught me how to smoke and drink beer at a very early age. But I thought it was cool.

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