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-Boxing Days of Edwin Remmick In CCC-
by Judy A. Remmick-Hubert
When I was a kid I remember my father laughing about his boxing experiences in the CCC. Evidently he had two fights. This is how he could reports his fights: "The first fight I nearly knocked the guy out but the fight ended up in a draw, the second fight the guy almost knocked me out but I won. And that was the end of it. I didn't want to fight anymore. I didn't like getting punched in the face and head. And that was it. Just two fights." However, he didn't lose his interest in boxing.
Fly Like A Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee
I remember my father always kept up on the news of those who were fighting. He always knew who was champion of each weight division and the various contenders for each weight division.
I couldn't have been too old and my Dad was going to teach me how to protect myself. Just the simple things like how to protect myself from getting hit and giving someone a swift right hook to the jaw. I remember he was on his knees and he said hit me. Before he was ready, I swung and caught his nose. His nose was bleeding as he laughed and laughed.
On the News Reels in the movie houses, I saw boxing up on that huge silver screen, and I, too, became interested.
Girls were not suppose to like boxing, but, then, girls weren't suppose to like baseball or football either, girls were missing a lot, I thought.
I remember when the men were all excited because it was announced that a regular program on television was going to be the Friday Night Fights.
Almost every Friday, my Dad and I walked across the street to Mr. and Mrs. Bosserts, we'd sit down in the living room, the television was turned on and we'd [the men and I] would watch the fights. I was fascinated by the "good" fights. They were, at that time, similar to the fights in the present day Olympics. A good clean fight deserved huge cheers from all of us. None of us liked the brutal, one sided, poorly officiated boxing matches. Men got hurt. I remember once a man being knocked and he never regain consciousness.
The movies in the huge silver screen showed the grueling life stories of some of the old champions, as well as the crooks who were using these men like the old Romans use to use the gladiators. And, I started to dislike what had happen to the world of boxing.
From time to time, as I grew-up, I watched the different championship matches. The last one I saw was a light weight match where the young man, who's name I've forgotten, had suffered terrible damage to his eye.
My son, Devin, likes to watching the fighting matches, now.
One of my father's sisters, Diana, is married to Cid Tenner who is part of the boxing world.
Times changed. I haven't watched boxing for a long time. Maybe, it because I'm a mother of two sons, and, I don't like seeing men who are toe to toe and swinging those powerful blows to each other's head even with protection....
Mohammed Ali, the greatest boxer of my time, suffers the effects of having received too many blows to the head.
I do have have to smile when I remember Ali as a young man who was talking to the microphone and tell us how he could, "Fly like a butterfly....!" and :"Sting like a bee..." He was good. Tears came to my eyes when he carried the Olympic torch up the stadium stairs to lit the huge symbol of the eternal light. I prayed with each step he would not stumble. He did not. And that was marvelous for not just him but all his soul brothers [black, white and brown] who had suffered in this world.
The Olympic boxing matches are always interesting and hopefully a new bright star will rise and be known in the up and coming Olympic Games Coming Soon......
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