Early Life and High School Years
Ernest Clinton Banks was born on January 31, 1931, in Dallas, Texas. Born at around 7:20 PM at a Dallas local hospital, he was the second of ten children born to Clinton Elton Banks (1900-1988); a steelworker and construction and his wife, Elma Banks; a barmaid. Starting at the age of ten, he began playing baseball for the city park of Dallas as well as playing for St. James Elementary School where he also captain of the football and soccer teams. Banks was a letterman and standout in football, basketball, soccer and track at Booker T. Washington High School in Dallas, Texas, from which he graduated in 1950.
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