When I was a child
in Houston, Texas,
there were 3 theaters
on Maine Street,
Within a block of
Mamma's hat shop,
It was such an event
to dress up and
the place was a palace.
The upstairs had a dinning
room so you could eat if
you came early.
This looks like the lowes,
but it is in LA. I was heart
sick as the beautiful buildings
were torn down for ugly new taller buildings. All 3 gone in a few years.
We sat at the soda fountain in the Lamar Hotel and weeped.
Hate to see the elegance
all gone.
The next generation
will wear TV antennas on
their heads. Just kidding.
Birmingham Alabama saved theirs.
Orpheum in LA
.
Just look
at this
deco
Marten
Woldson Fox
isn't it magnificent?
Lowes in NY turned into a church
The Roxy in LA.
The 8 tiny ugly theater's here
put in new seats for Fat fanny
people. My Daughter and I
laughed as our feet couldn't
touch the floor, we left with backaches.
The Guy that ordered them must
have worked in the Capitol. Maybe
he is the one who did the 1/2 million
dollar test to see why coffee spills
when you are walking with it. NO
THAT IS NOT A JOKE. That's
how they spend tax dollars.
Happy Hollidays
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Posted by Yvonne @ La Petite Gallery
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I remember those theaters in Houston, Yvonne. And, they were grand, exactly as you described. What memories. Big hug, cookie !!!
ReplyDeleteI remember them as well, it was such a thrill to go to the one of those grand movie houses, we never grew tired of going there, many people still write about them in their books, on their blogs, having wonderful enduring memories - I know I do and can relate. It was something in life that was special and this generation will never have that experience, or perhaps even understand, My mother wept when they torn down the Loews Paradise in the Bronx, she wrote me a letter, telling me how people were in the street with tears in their eyes as it was being torn apart.
ReplyDeleteGood morning dearest Yvonne! I too remember, the grand and exquisite theatres in Hollywood. My parents would take me to see these monuments, as my father came to Los Angeles in the 1920s, at the height of all this glamor. I grew up enjoying these places and wanting to be a part of this culture of glamor. Watching old movies and musicals, I wanted to be a dancer in the movies. I could have been, but in the 1970s when I came of age, all the musicals were no longer a hit, so jobs for dancers were few in any at all. And on another note of glamor, the way people used to dress to GO OUT....now? Sweats and unattractive clothing. But me? I refuse. I wear my nice clothing to work as I teach, I wear my sequins to work, I were my good jewelry. I love to dress up, and I love to see a well-dressed building. But times, "they are a changin'."
ReplyDeleteI also get sad when I see a cultural/historical building getting demolished. A lot of values get down with this slice of culture and history, but we cannot stop it from happening. There are wills and all kinds of interests out there, that are bigger and stronger than ours.
ReplyDeleteI remember a story when I was little - the day my mom found out her childhood opera house theatre was torn down. It's truly one of the only times I ever saw my mom cry. It was so profound I never forgot it.
ReplyDeleteAnd The Kinks did that song about when The Pally was torn down - his sister was crying - why why why do we tear down such glorious artwork?
Beyond sad. I am so sorry to learn this. And I too am a short stuff, so I always feel as though I am Rose Rosannadanna in those stupidly huge seats.
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