My main memory from the beginning of my junior year of high school at Broad Ripple in Indianapolis in the fall of 1963 is, starting in the last two weeks of August, practicing with the high school's marching band members, in preparation for our half-time performances each Friday night at our high school football team's home and away games. But I think it may have also been during the early fall of 1963 that my father, with me as his "navigator", made the three hour drive from Indianapolis to Cincinnati, Ohio on one Saturday.
During that same weekend, my mother had taken a Greyhound buss down to Bloomington, the previous day, to participate in a "Mother's Weekend" with my sister, that Indiana University's administration was sponsoring. So she wasn't with us when my father and I visited Cincinnati for the first time.
On the Interstate Highway drive down to Cincinnati, I took some 8mm motion pictures of the passing scenery from the car with my cheap Kodak brownie moving picture camera, as we entered the city outskirts. And before attending a Cincinnati Red Sox vs. San Francisco Giants professional baseball game on the Saturday afternoon at Crosley Field, my father and I drove past the Union Station railroad building in Downtown Cincinnati and also looked over the whole city from the outdoor observatory area of one of Cincinnati's then-tallest skyscrapers.
Yet because we only spent one day in Cincinnati, mostly attending the Crosley Field baseball game, and didn't spend any time walking around the fairly deserted on weekend days Downtown or in any of the other Cincinnati neighborhoods, I can't provide much in the way of memories which would indicate how Cincinnati in the 1960's, when its population was slightly larger than it is in 2020, was different or similar to how Cincinnati became in the 21st-century.
