Ferguson Jenkins - Early Life

Early Life

Jenkins was born and raised in Chatham, Ontario, the only child of Ferguson Jenkins, Sr. and Delores Jenkins. His father, a chef, immigrated from Barbados, while his mother was a descendant of American slaves who escaped through the Underground Railroad, before settling in Southwestern Ontario. Both of his parents were good athletes; his father was an amateur boxer and semi-pro baseball player. A natural athlete, Jenkins competed in track and field, ice hockey, and basketball in his school years, lettering five times. When he began playing bantam baseball in his teens, he started out as a first baseman. He honed his pitching skills by throwing pieces of coal from a local coal yard. He was also encouraged to continue working on his pitching by Gene Dziadura, a former shortstop in the Chicago Cubs minor league system, and a Philadelphia Phillies scout. Many training sessions between the two followed until Jenkins graduated from high school.

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