That's a great photo. I remember the thrill of going to Atwood Stadium when I was a kid. Used to eat at Third Avenue Fish-n-Chips a lot, too, during Lent. Then in high school my best friend got sucker punched at Atwood, right in the jaw, at a football game. Sad to say, that's my last memory of Atwood.
I lived on Prospect St, more or less behind home plate. I shagged a few foul balls that made it over the wall. The dead end street had lots of kids and Techer Peckers waiting for a pop foul to make it over the wall and into our hands. This photo is from the Prospect St. side of the diamond. Great place to spend the summer.
We always had an all summer supply of baseballs when the Flint Arrows were active in the fifties. Shagging foul balls on Prospect was a fun past time. unclebuck
Thanks for commenting. You might enjoy my book about Flint called "Teardown: Memoir of a Vanishing City," a Michigan Notable Book for 2014 and a finalist for the 33rd Annual Northern California Book Award for Creative NonFiction. Filmmaker Michael Moore described Teardown as "a brilliant chronicle of the Mad Maxization of a once-great American city." More information about Teardown is available at www.teardownbook.com.