These old baseball stadiums (TOBS) harken us back to the days when we played ball and had dreams (outlandish as they were) of the "Big Show." I well remember Vaughn Street Park, home of the Portland Beavers of the Pacific Coast League. Hot dogs never tasted better than at the Vaughn! I attended many Beavers games there in the 1940's while living with my aunt & uncle in Newberg, OR. TOBS have the personalities and history of the local inhabitants that are often times much more interesting than those of the impersonal Big League stadiums. By the way, as you so well know, a slow dribbler through the infield is only remembered in the box score as a HIT, and no historian, or some other person not at that game and later reviewing the records can remember it as anything but a HIT!
Awesome story about a town and ballfield that has come a long way since 1956. I'd like to think the community spirit that built Quinton Street Park 66 years ago is still alive and well in The Dalles.
A vivid painting of a beloved relic. Feeling a bit like Quinton Street myself these days—aged and worn, and held together by the efforts of many—I hope my existence warrants a similar tribute when the game is over. A beautiful piece of writing, meat.
Have been there several times. Every community either has or did have a central baseball monument for the locals, back in the day. As a kid, it was Battersby Field in Bellingham, Washington, that died after being destroyed by the Columbus Day Storm. Then Civic Stadium was built and was soon named Joe Martin Stadium after the local baseball icon. Great memories.
Thanks for reading, Rich. I'd like to think the same.
These old baseball stadiums (TOBS) harken us back to the days when we played ball and had dreams (outlandish as they were) of the "Big Show." I well remember Vaughn Street Park, home of the Portland Beavers of the Pacific Coast League. Hot dogs never tasted better than at the Vaughn! I attended many Beavers games there in the 1940's while living with my aunt & uncle in Newberg, OR. TOBS have the personalities and history of the local inhabitants that are often times much more interesting than those of the impersonal Big League stadiums. By the way, as you so well know, a slow dribbler through the infield is only remembered in the box score as a HIT, and no historian, or some other person not at that game and later reviewing the records can remember it as anything but a HIT!
Thanks for reading and sharing your memories! I'd love to bend your ear about Vaughn Street. Pleased to have you as a subscriber.
Awesome story about a town and ballfield that has come a long way since 1956. I'd like to think the community spirit that built Quinton Street Park 66 years ago is still alive and well in The Dalles.
Rich M.
A vivid painting of a beloved relic. Feeling a bit like Quinton Street myself these days—aged and worn, and held together by the efforts of many—I hope my existence warrants a similar tribute when the game is over. A beautiful piece of writing, meat.
You made me laugh.
Have been there several times. Every community either has or did have a central baseball monument for the locals, back in the day. As a kid, it was Battersby Field in Bellingham, Washington, that died after being destroyed by the Columbus Day Storm. Then Civic Stadium was built and was soon named Joe Martin Stadium after the local baseball icon. Great memories.
Sper-Dog
Great read - along with you, QSP has a lot of memories for me too
Thanks for the read my friend
Rambo