In the 1950’s, the Stanton Art Theater was one of the very few venues which featured Charlie Chaplin’s films, as Chaplin and his work had been blacklisted by the HUAC. My dad used to take us kids to see such classics as The Goldrush, Modern Times, and The Great Dictator.
The good sisters at the Catholic grade school we attended were horrified that we were exposed to such “radical ideas.” When this was related to my dad, he calmly explained that this was a good point in life to start the process of becoming a critical thinker, a somewhat radical notion in the 1950’s.
Another thing I recall about the Stanton was the old fashioned iron watering troughs, charming relics of the horse and buggy days, which somewhat offset the fact it was in a very rough neighborhood.
In the 1950’s, the Stanton Art Theater was one of the very few venues which featured Charlie Chaplin’s films, as Chaplin and his work had been blacklisted by the HUAC. My dad used to take us kids to see such classics as The Goldrush, Modern Times, and The Great Dictator.
The good sisters at the Catholic grade school we attended were horrified that we were exposed to such “radical ideas.” When this was related to my dad, he calmly explained that this was a good point in life to start the process of becoming a critical thinker, a somewhat radical notion in the 1950’s.
Another thing I recall about the Stanton was the old fashioned iron watering troughs, charming relics of the horse and buggy days, which somewhat offset the fact it was in a very rough neighborhood.