tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640358.post592685841863040520..comments2023-10-31T06:25:46.016-04:00Comments on SLANTblog: Satchel Paige at Parker FieldF.T. Reahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042465274190082050noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640358.post-13733866505781522222010-06-25T00:24:35.280-04:002010-06-25T00:24:35.280-04:00Help me out on this one -- did you see Paige pitch...Help me out on this one -- did you see Paige pitch in spring 1969? Spring training game at Parker Field as Atlanta played north out of training camp?fevhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16044273434866184659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640358.post-78678040328995179652010-06-22T16:07:57.560-04:002010-06-22T16:07:57.560-04:00what was the name of the Richmond baseball team wh...what was the name of the Richmond baseball team when Parker Field first opened?Carole Kippnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640358.post-64035935255288989002010-06-22T16:06:23.969-04:002010-06-22T16:06:23.969-04:00I loved Parker Field and think the name should hav...I loved Parker Field and think the name should have stayed the same. Rigley's Field kept their name and so did a lot of others. I also remember skating at the Richmond Arena in the 1950s. I cannot find any history on that. Does anyone have photos to share?Carole Kippnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640358.post-25659285142125178932010-04-01T23:48:28.552-04:002010-04-01T23:48:28.552-04:00Bruce,
And, thanks for your story.
Hey, I'm...Bruce,<br /><br />And, thanks for your story. <br /><br />Hey, I'm old enough to remember seeing Yogi Berra jump into Larson's arms at the end of that game (on a black and white Zenith).F.T. Reahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02042465274190082050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640358.post-75684454602505467692010-03-31T12:59:09.064-04:002010-03-31T12:59:09.064-04:00Thanks for that trip down memory lane. I was 15 b...Thanks for that trip down memory lane. I was 15 before I realized the man I knew as "Uncle Don" was just my parents good friend, Don Larson. They knew him from the 1940s when my dad was a Marine Corps pilot stationed on the West Coast. I remember, as a kid, he spent the night at our house before one of those exhibition games between the Yankees and the Virginians. I was a little young and clueless about his perfect World Series game and how celebrated he was. I still have the mental image of that next morning when kids and grownups were lined up down our street waiting for him to sign their baseballs.Bruce Terrellnoreply@blogger.com