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Cedric was older than the rest of us, but small for his age and he had such a high-pitched voice, we treated him as if he were younger. Cedric var eldre enn resten av oss, men lite for sin alder og han hadde en slik høy-pitched stemme, vi behandlet ham som om han var yngre. He wore steel-framed eyeglasses, had braces on his teeth and was always retying his shoelaces. Han wore stål-framed eyeglasses, hadde bukseseler på hans tenner og var alltid retying hans shoelaces.

His mother was a widow and afraid Cedric would trip and break his glasses, which back then were actually made of glass. Hans mor var en enke og redd Cedric ville reise og ødelegge brillene, som da ble faktisk laget av glass. He’d retie his laces at the start of a game and again after every time he ran the bases or out for a pass. Han vil Retie hans blonder i begynnelsen av spillet og igjen etter hver gang han kjørte baser eller ut for et pass. Instead of stooping like other guys, he bent at the waist, legs straight and reached down. I stedet for stooping som andre gutter, han bøyde seg på livet, rette ben og kommet ned. His mother made him take piano lessons too, so he had to put on winter gloves the first of October–tan woolen ones with leather patches on the fingers. Hans mor lot ham ta piano timene også, så han måtte sette på vinter hansker første av oktober-tan ull de med skinn patcher på fingrene.

He was the fastest kid on the block, which made him great at punch ball and my favorite receiver in association football. Han var den raskeste gutt på blokken, som gjorde ham stor effekt på ballen, og min favoritt-mottaker i tilknytning fotball. But he had asthma, hay fever and other allergies and after retying his laces, had to pull out a little bottle of eucalyptus oil, unscrew the top and sniff the fumes to help him get his breath back. Men han hadde astma, høy feber og andre allergier og etter retying hans blonder, måtte trekke seg ut en liten flaske med eucalyptus olje, skru av toppen og sniffer det røyk for å hjelpe ham få sin pusten tilbake.

I’d throw him buttonhooks till we got the defensive man leaning in, then I’d loft a high spiral up the center of 88th. Jeg vil kaste ham buttonhooks før vi fikk den defensive mann skjev i, da jeg hadde loftet en høy spiral opp midten av 88nde. I can still see his gloved hands, palms up, defensive man falling another step behind with every step, and Cedric catching the ball, touching it down, then bending at the waist, retying his sneakers, pulling out the little cloth bag in which he kept his eucalyptus oil. Jeg kan fortsatt se hans gloved hender, håndflatene opp, defensiv mann fallende et annet skritt bak med alle trinn, og Cedric fanger ballen, berører den ned, så bøyer seg på livet, retying hans joggesko, trekke ut det lille klut bag der han holdt sin eucalyptus olje.

It was year the German offensive in Southern Russia took Sebastopol and was on the verge of capturing Stalingrad, cutting off Russia’s Caspian oil and seizing it for themselves, but we didn’t worry about any of that. Det var året den tyske offensiven i Sør-Russland tok Sebastopol og var på kant av fanger Stalingrad, kutte av Russland's Caspian olje og gripe den for seg selv, men det gjorde vi ikke bekymret for noe av det. All our heroes were in the service--Joe Louis, Ted Williams, Joe DiMaggio, Hank Greenberg. Alle våre helter var i tjeneste - Joe Louis, Ted Williams, Joe DiMaggio, Hank Greenberg. We knew nobody could beat them. Vi visste at ingen kunne slå dem.

Guys would tell Cedric he tied his shoes like a girl, but no matter what anyone said or did, the expression on Cedric’s face never changed. Karene ville fortelle Cedric han bandt hans sko liker en jente, men uansett hva noen sa eller gjorde, uttrykket på Cedric ansiktet aldri endret. During marble season he’d sit on the curb, upside down cigar box between his shoes, picking up marbles with his tan gloves and dropping them into the side pocket of his mackinaw. I løpet av marmor sesongen han ville sitte på fortauskant, opp-ned sigar boksen mellom hans sko, plukke opp klinkekuler med hans tan hansker og slippe dem inn i høyre lomme av hans Mackinaw. It had an open zipper and was always bulging with marbles. Den hadde en åpen glidelås og var alltid med bulging klinkekuler.

A new guy by the name of Barry Bogardus had moved into the neighborhood and he and his friend Kenny Nails would come round, hands in the pockets of their camel’s hair overcoats, sneering at us for shooting marbles and for the way we looked and dressed. En ny mann ved navn Barry Bogardus hadde flyttet inn i nabolaget, og han og hans venn Kenny Nails ville komme rundt, hendene i lommene sine kamel's hår overcoats, sneering på oss for å skyte klinkekuler og for måten vi sett og kledd. They were especially hard on Cedric. De var spesielt hardt på Cedric.

“Tell your shoes to have a party and invite your pants down,” they’d say, or call him ‘Seedric,’ and dig their hands into their overcoat pockets, bend their knees and rotate their hips side to side like windshield wipers to show how hard they were laughing. "Fortell din sko til å ha en fest, og inviterer deg buksene nede," de ville si, eller ringe ham "Seedric", og grave sine hender i deres frakk lommer, bøye sine knær og rotere sine hofter side til side som frontruten wipers til viser hvor hardt de ble ler.

Cedric just stood there, mouth half-open, looking stunned. Cedric bare sto der, munnen halvt åpen, ser stunned. But his mouth was always half-open; he always looked stunned. Men munnen var alltid halv-åpen, han alltid sett stunned. We’d  noticed that his face never changed. Vi vil merke at ansiktet hans aldri endret.

We figured it was because he didn’t want to make his mother more nervous about him than she already was and never mentioned it. Vi skjønte det var fordi han ikke ønsker å gjøre sin mor mer nervøst om ham enn hun allerede var, og aldri nevnt det. It got on Bogardus’s nerves, though anything that bothered Barry bothered Kenny Nails. Den kom på Bogardus's nerver, men noe annet som plaget Barry plaget Kenny Nails.

Barry had moved into the modernistic new apartment house on 87th and West End. Barry hadde flyttet inn i modernistic ny leilighet hus på 87nde og West End. He was fourteen, big, strong, with a spike haircut on top and long hair on the sides slicked back into a ‘duck’s-ass.’ None of us had seen a haircut like that before, or teen-aged boys wearing camel’s hair overcoats, pegged gray flannel trousers and black loafers with shiny quarters stuck in the straps. Han var fjorten, store, sterke, med en topp frisyren på toppen og langt hår på sidene slicked tilbake i en "duck's juling." Ingen av oss hadde sett en hårklipp sånt før, eller tenåringer i alderen gutter kledd kamel 'S hår overcoats, pegged grå flanell bukser og svart loafers med blanke kvartalene sittende fast i remmene. Barry and Kenny Nails were a new experience for the neighborhood. Barry og Kenny Nails var en ny opplevelse for nabolaget.

Kenny had a tough face, a cigarette dangling from his mouth movie gangster-style, and spoke without moving his lips, but nobody was afraid of him. Kenny hadde en tøff ansikt, en sigarett dangling fra munnen film gangster-stil og snakket uten å bevege hans lepper, men ingen var redd for ham. Barry was on the football team at Horace Mann, had already beaten up two guys from Columbus Avenue and his father was a bookmaker. Barry var på fotball på Horace Mann, allerede hadde banket opp to fyrer fra Columbus Avenue og hans far var en bookmaker. Everyone was afraid of Barry, including me. Alle var redd for Barry, inkludert meg.

One day he and Kenny Nails were watching Cedric pick up marbles and stick them into his side pocket as they bounced off his cigar box. En dag han og Kenny Nails så Cedric plukke opp klinkekuler og hold dem inn i hans side lomma som de avvist av sin sigar boksen. I saw Barry whisper something. Jeg så Barry hviske noe. Kenny Nails nodded, did his windshield wiper laugh, and Bogardus moved to where Cedric was sitting on the curb and kicked the toe of his black loafer into Cedric’s bulging marble pocket. Kenny Nails nikket, gjorde hans frontruten svaber ler, og Bogardus flyttet til der Cedric ble sittende på fortauskant og sparket den tå av hans svarte dagdriver inn Cedric's lommen bulging marmor. The whole big bulge erupted forth and marbles went bouncing all across 88th Street. Hele store bulge erupted videre og klinkekuler gikk i retur hele 88nde Street.

“Hock scramble!” a kid named Red called and the shooters snatched up Cedric’s marbles. "Hock rykke ut!" En gutt som heter Red ringte og skytespill snatched opp Cedric's klinkekuler. If nobody called “hock scramble” you were supposed to give them back, but once somebody called it you were allowed to keep whatever you picked up. Hvis ingen har kalt "hock rykke ut" du skulle gi dem tilbake, men når noen kalte det du var lov til å beholde det du plukket opp. It was a rule meant for when kids dropped a few marbles accidentally. Det var en regel ment for når barna droppet noen klinkekuler ved et uhell. Nobody had intentionally kicked a kid’s pocket before and no previous hock scramble had been on anything like that scale. Ingen hadde med vilje sparket en gutt i lomma før og ingen tidligere hock rykke hadde vært på noe slikt omfang.

The way Bogardus and Kenny Nails shoved their hands into their overcoat pockets and rotated their hips to laugh at the blank expression on Cedric’s face as he watched kids dive for his marbles made me hate them as much as I hated the Japs and Germans. Måten Bogardus og Kenny Nails shoved sine hender i deres frakk lommer og roterte hoftene sine til å le av det tomme uttrykk på Cedric ansiktet som han så på barna dykk for hans klinkekuler gjort meg hater dem så mye som jeg hatet den Japs og tyskerne. A guy Barry’s size and age wasn’t supposed to kick the pocket of a kid Cedric’s size. En fyr Barry størrelse og alder var ikke lov til å sparke i lomma på en unge Cedric størrelse. But he was too big. Men han var for stor. I was afraid to say anything. Jeg var redd for å si noe. I just picked up as many as I could and gave them back to Cedric. Jeg bare plukket opp så mange som jeg kunne, og ga dem tilbake til Cedric.

He didn’t protest and the blank expression on his face didn’t change. Han gjorde ikke protesterer og tomt uttrykk i ansiktet hans ikke endret. From then on, he kept his pocket zipped, picked up marbles as they bounced off and held them in his tan woolen glove, and looked round for Bogardus, Kenny Nails and any other potential pocket-kicker. Fra da av, han holdt sin lomme zippet, plukket opp klinkekuler som de avvist av og holdt dem i hans tan ull hanske, og så runde for Bogardus, Kenny Nails og eventuelle andre potensielle lomme-kicker. If the coast was clear, he unzipped his pocket, put in the marbles and zipped it up again. Hvis kysten var klar, han unzipped lomma, satt i klinkekuler og zippet opp igjen.

It reminded me of what Blue Book had said about kids with cigar boxes turning into bankers. Det minnet meg om hva Blue Book hadde sagt om barn med sigar bokser slå inn bankfolk. I couldn’t see Cedric as a banker, but I could see him as the proprietor of a drug store in a bad neighborhood. Jeg kunne ikke se Cedric som en bankers, men jeg kunne se ham som eier av et medikament butikken i et dårlig strøk. If he got held up, he wouldn’t protest; the expression on his face wouldn’t change. Hvis han ble holdt opp, ville han ikke protesterer; uttrykket i ansiktet hans ikke ville endre. He’d just lock the door, and from then on, open it only for customers he recognized. Han ville bare låse døra, og fra da av å åpne den kun for kunder han gjenkjent.

To be concluded in Marble Season--Part 3 Å være avsluttet i Marble Sesong - Del 3

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