23 thoughts on “Multnomah Stadium, 1966

  1. Nice billboard ad for what would have been the first year of the Honda Trail 90 motorbike. Wish I still had mine…

  2. Voters approved the purchase of Multnomah Stadium from the Multnomah Athletic Club on Novemver 8, 1966 for the purchase price of $2.1 million and an additional $400,000 for remodeling, with the city to take possession on December 31, 1966.
    The man on the left looks to be former commissioner Frank Ivancie who would have control of the stadium, which was later renamed Civic Stadium.

  3. I’m confused, which direction are we looking? Where’s the Multnomah club? My best stadium memory is Elvis in 1957.

  4. If I remember correctly, the Portland Beavers baseball team of the old Pacific Coast League moved into Multnomah Stadium in 1956 after playing ball for decades at the Vaughn St. Stadium in northwest Portland out near Montgomery Wards. Lots of good memories in both stadiums!

  5. I’m trying to get oriented here…I’m guessing this is the right-field corner we are seeing here and the “big-shots” are facing northwest? The shorter fellow in the hat appears to be smoking a pipe. I’m assuming baseball, but I have no idea how the playing field(s) were positioned back then, way before my time of living in this area.
    Dominic: My first motorcycle was a (yellow) 1969 Honda Trail Bike that I bought at Santa Cruz Honda. They had the best price and after I bought it I got to drive 65 miles back home to Belmont. It was an exciting day, after spending the summer in San Diego with my grandparents working in a Union 76 service station saving up enough dough to buy one. The trail gears were gear so low on that thing that it seemed you could almost climb completely vertical with it. I owned it for about a year and my next motorcycle was a (blue) 1970 Honda 350 Scrambler.

    I recently looked online at the 2021 Honda Trail 125s. They no longer have two separate gear ranges for road & trail, they’ve tried to compromise gearing to give you the best of both worlds; so their trail capabilities can’t be as awesome.

  6. Loved those Honda 90’s. I even had a Honda 50 that had peddles like a moped. A man from the middle east bought it from me and shipped it back to his home. I wanna say Pakistan but I really don’t remember.

  7. This place must be a history vortex! Not only could this pic be in the Baseball Hall of Fame–get googling Rodney McCray, Chip Hale and The Crash–but President Theodore Roosevelt dedicated the cornerstone of the MAC in 1911, the year before Oregon women finally got the right to vote. And countless Portland kids and families made pivotal memories here, including me. I walked that alley wide-eyed age ten, about to ball boy a night game for the Timbers with Clive Charles, Bernie Fagan, Scott Poole and team. Sometimes, PE at Lincoln would be field hockey midday in the empty Civic Stadium, walking to and fro via that alley, gate wide open, the Jantzen Girl mid-dive in left-centerfield. We’d even skip school one sunny senior day, sneak in, climb the nosebleeds and onto the roof by the stadium lights, looking out over downtown like mountain climbers, never caught. The Beavers–the day you got a foul ball. The Breakers–the day Portland got pro football. The Blazers Fan Days…I watched Clyde Drexler and Jerome Kersey attempting dunks on 11, 11 and half, 12 foot hoops. Think of all those times you have walked or driven by the spot this picture was taken, the gap on 20th, that momentary free glimpse of a game or event–or maybe you had a friend in the apartment next door or watched from the back of the MAC. I remember climbing the billboard on 18th to see the David Bowie concert. And as adults, watching the modern Timbers, Diego and Charra under the raucous Timbers Army, best soccer fans in North America, returning the championship to the Rose City. Or, watching a Thorns game, with players like Morgan and Heath, just back from World Cup or Olympic victories, demanding equal pay and workplaces–a home town team with a name that you thought of way back in high school. You have VIP seats, giddy families and kids in sold out seats, chanting, cheering, free hotdogs flying, only to exit after a win, on the stairs that are now built over the alley, eating Voodoo donuts. This must be, among many others, a Portland history vortex.

  8. my home field for football back in high school. great place to play except for the old turf, I think i still have scabs from it.

  9. You could get your Honda motorbike out 82nd way, or go to Beaverton Honda to let Bob Lamphere talk your arm off and get a much better deal. And we always had Nalley’s chips at home when I was a kid!
    My stadium memories are a little tinted… Since I lived in an apartment across Burnside in the former Stadium Hotel building, events at Civic Stadium meant that I would have to walk 8 or 10 blocks to my car the next day as all the parking near my apartment would be completely full. Also, police cars parked next to every fire hydrant for blocks around the Civic, which is super-comforting when you live on the 4th floor of a building where you’ll have to knock on your neighbor’s door to ask if you can use their fire escape if there’s a fire

  10. We stood out on 18th when the Phillies and Pirates would come to play a once a year game against the Beavers, they would have a home run derby and we would try and shag balls when they hit it over the fence, I still have one that Willie Stargell hit. Went to many Timber games in the first year, when they would pack the place with 35,000 for the playoffs.

  11. In 1964 I lived up on Burnside at SW Vista’s Campbell Hill Hotel for about 4 months and had to come home from work driving right past the stadium around 9:30 PM. I recall the Cleveland Indians fielded a minor league team that year. If there was an open parking spot on Burnside, across from the stadium, I’d park and go in after the 7th inning for free. In fact, I seem to think that some of their games only lasted 7 innings for some reason.

  12. I remember Stargell hit one off the Mac club wall. Around 83 I was sitting out in the bleachers when Dave Hirsh the manager walked through the stands saying hi and promoting the beavers. He walked up to a fan sitting near by grabbed the guys beer out of his hand and guzzled it. We were stunned but also thought it was cool. The fan didn’t seem to mind. I think Hirsh went on to greater things with the Yankees.

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