To those of you who have been very patient while I write the "backstory" here, I assure you there's some baseball on the way, very soon. 
142 W. 3rd Street
Dover, Ohio
Mr. Henry Callahan
Rural Route 8
Wooster, Ohio
April 5, 1897
Dear Cousin Henry,
I know you will not recognize the address I am writing you from. For now, I am living in town, at the home of my good friend Jimmy Moffat and his family. You see, my mother and I have had an argument about a decision I made last month.
I refuse to bore you with all the details, but here is a short summary. I tried out for a base ball team and made it. This team is not a town team, like the one I played for last year. It is a real professional club, and I am to be paid a small amount for my services.
When I told my mother, she informed me that I had a choice. If I wanted to accept even one dollar for playing base ball, I would have to find lodgings like any other working man would. My father saw how serious she was, and while I wish he would have told her to stop and think before she said something she might not really mean. But he has never been able to do that, once my mother gets an idea in her head.
Our season begins in just over a week. I would love it if you could find a way to come to one of our games sometime. I am a pitcher, so I will only be playing every third game or so, but I usually know when I will be working a few days in advance.
Say hello to your Ma and Pa for me. I will be writing again to you soon when I have more news.
Your cousin,
Charlie
P.S. The Moffats have a real fine house, with a big lawn, right in the nicest part of town. My room is at the top of the stairs, with a comfortable bed and a nice view of the street. I miss home, but this is not too bad a situation right now, at all.