Tom Tresh

Tom Tresh, the great Yankee baseball player, died last week. As I sit here on my front porch, remembering my teen age friend. My family had lived in Detroit for most of my life until I entered high school and we move to Allen Park.

The Tresh family lived right across the street from us. They were one of the first families to welcome us to the neighborhood. I was impressed as I learned that Tom's dad, Mike, was a professional baseball player who played with one of the Ohio teams.

Tom became a good friend as he introduced me to some of his pals and the kids at Allen Park High School. Everywhere we went, Tom had a baseball and a glove. As we walked down Ecorse Road to school or to the Howard Johnson ice cream shop, Tom would toss the ball and catch it. Spent many hours in his backyard playing catch. He had talent and good hand and eye coordination.

We lost touch after the high school years as he went to play for the Yankees and I went off to school in Tennessee. However, I shall always treasure those days he and I had together. He was a good friend.

My prayers are with his family during this time of loss. May they know that Tom touched my life in a significant way and I am most grateful.