Is this Heaven?: A pilgrimage to the Field of Dreams

The first thing I noticed as we pulled up the drive was the vast array of vehicles already lining the parking lot.  After six tedious hours of driving, we finally arrived at our destination: the Field of Dreams movie site, located just northeast of Dyersville, Iowa.  We made our hotel reservation back in mid-May, and I had been waiting with enthusiastic, even if restrained, anticipation ever since to make the journey.  In spite of the downpour of rain and storms that we encountered driving through Missouri, Iowa embraced us with mostly clear skies and warm, 80-degree sunshine.

I deliberately scheduled the visit for a Sunday, in order for us to take advantage of the Ghost Sunday event.  I did not entirely know what to expect, though in my mind I had visions of players emerging from the cornfield and hitting the diamond for some old-fashioned baseball: old school wool uniforms, old-style equipment, some fun and camaraderie, in direct emulation of the movie.  I did not expect a full-blown competitive baseball contest, but I did envision pitching, batting, base-stealing, and perhaps even a nineteen-year-old kid in a New York Giants uniform winking at the pitcher as he takes his stance in the batter’s box.

We arrived with about forty-five minutes to spare before the exhibition was scheduled to begin, so we decided to meander around for a bit.  The grass proved every bit as green as I pictured it.  A lot more people had also shown up than I expected.  The wooden bleachers filled up rapidly with spectators, as did the benches intended to designate each team’s “dugout.”  Lawn chairs lined up along each baseline, and crowds of people milled around the concession and souvenir stands.  The field itself was crowded with people playing mock ballgames, shagging flies, and playing catch.  We headed out to the corn, where even more people took pictures and feigned disappearing into and reappearing out from between the tall, almost-harvest-ready stalks.  I doubt that any other cornfield in the world receives as much attention from the general public as the one at the Field of Dreams.

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With one o’ clock fast approaching, we eventually made our way to the emptier set of bleachers and settled down for the show.  As I hoped, we witnessed the ghost players materializing from the cornfield, eager for the opportunity to return to playing a game they so loved in their living years.  They made their way to the diamond and were introduced to the crowd, and many of them, we learned, had played a role in the movie.  They wore the old-style Chicago White Sox uniforms, bearing the design from the years of “Shoeless” Joe Jackson and made of wool.

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Ghost players emerging from the corn

The rest of the spectacle, however, did not proceed quite as I anticipated.  Rather than playing a game amongst themselves, the ghost players recruited a group of youngsters from the crowd, giving each kid the opportunity to bat and run the bases against them.  It had more of a circus-type vibe than I had envisaged, being much more family- and kid-oriented.  Nevertheless, the humor and the interactions proved highly entertaining, and I was not disappointed, in spite of having my expectations thwarted.

At the show’s conclusion, we still had nearly an hour to kill before we could check into the hotel, so we wandered around the grounds some more.  The lines at the souvenir stand doubled in length as people sought to purchase merchandise for the ghost players to autograph.  We dove in and out of the corn a few more times, checked out the house, and I contemplated the feel of the grass and the infield dirt beneath my shoes.  Finally, we headed to the hotel to check in and rest for a couple hours.

We later headed into town in search of dinner.  Dyersville, population 4,000, reminded me of every other small, American town I have ever frequented.  The downtown area featured a street of locally owned shops lined up next to one another, most of which had already closed by the time we arrived that evening.  In our quest for food, we managed to stumble across the Basilica of St. Francis Xavier, a Catholic parish featuring Gothic architecture.  Before continuing on to filling our bellies, we decided to explore.

St. Francis Xavier Basilica

St. Francis Xavier Basilica

It was the kind of church that, if it were close enough to where I live, I would show up for mass every single Sunday, without fail.  As impressive as it looked on the outside, the inside of the Basilica was absolutely breathtaking.  Over the years, I have struggled with the idea of God and religion, but I found myself wondering whether taking pictures inside such a magnificent parish could be considered a sin.  A couple times, I found that I had to stop walking around and simply sit down and let myself get lost in the aura of this sanctuary.

Our return home the next day proved predominantly uneventful, even if we did get rained on again.  We stopped in Ames, Iowa for lunch at the Olde Main Brewing Co.  The beer tasted delicious, even if the food did not quite live up to the same standard.  I cannot say whether the trip as a whole had any profound impact on me, and I won’t pretend to have had any life-changing epiphanies, but I am certainly glad to have had the experience.  It was a trip that included a visit to two beautiful cathedrals, one for baseball and one for Catholicism, and I would contend that my life is that much more fulfilled because of it.

Inside the Basilica


10 Comments on “Is this Heaven?: A pilgrimage to the Field of Dreams”

  1. verdun2 says:

    Really glad you got to go. Never been myself (it’s o my to do list). I presume the pictures are yours.
    v

  2. Two cathedrals that you will remember.

  3. Bill says:

    Glad you made the journey, Precious. The miracles and ‘epiphanies’ offered by the Field of Dreams are as varied and different as the visitors themselves. Some go there, actually looking for closure, redemption, or simply a second chance. More often than not, they find it. Some visitors show up with the magic. Others take the magic with them when they go. And some find the magic at the field by simply rounding the bases, strolling through the corn, or perhaps emotionally reconnecting with something long-lost in their lives.

    A recent article featured in the L.A. Times captured vividly the varied experiences of those who trek to this mecca in the corn. Somehow, people find it easier to say ‘I love you’ while standing on that hallowed ground.

    One old gentleman showed up with a well-worn glove and loaned it to a Ghost Player. He refused to take it back after the ball game, saying he wouldn’t be using it anymore and the glove would probably be happier staying there.

    Another man with a terminal illness visited the field with his son, playing catch and watching the Field of Dreams movie on a large screen in center field. The experience somehow brought peace to the man, who signed the guestbook “I can die now.” His son signed the same: “My father can die now.”

    Ghost Player Ron Lucas was a promising major league prospect, but an auto accident after only one year of organized ball left him with no chance for a big league career. Nevertheless, he gets to emerge from the corn on a regular basis now to relive the dreams he thought had passed him by.

    I’m with you, Precious — I’ve never experienced a major ‘ephiphany’, but something keeps drawing me back (seven times now!). I’ve twice played catch with my son on the field, and even pitched to him from the mound. It’s an experience neither of us will ever forget, and I guess that’s epiphany enough for me. At least until I get my 7 year-old grandson up there!

    🙂

    • I love these stories, Bill. Thanks for sharing! I’m sure I shall return to the field again someday, as well. You were right about the corn in August: it was tall and perfect for disappearing into! The visit, and writing about it, has made me want to sit down and watch the movie yet again. Perhaps I will have to do that tonight!

  4. Ahhh … the three B’s … Baseball, Basilica, and Beer! Well done! Thanks for sharing your trip with us! 🙂

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