I do a lot of genealogy work, and, a number of years ago, I asked my late father to write down his impressions of growing up. He was born in Yankton, South Dakota, but grew up in Sioux City during the 1930s, and wrote this about what was widely known as the Hipp Theater. I’m not making a comment on the “Hipp” Theater at all – just passing on a family history notation.
In the early 1930s my father (J. B. “Jack” Jackson) used to walk five miles each way to work, when they couldn’t afford the nickel street car. In the late 1930s, once a week, on his way home from work, Jack would go to the junkiest theater in Sioux City, the Hipp Theater, where he would buy a ten cent lottery ticket. One day he won the $100 jackpot, and took the whole family out to eat at Toller’s Drug Store, one of the nicest places in town. Afterwards, they went out to a movie at a nice theater like the Orpheum or Capital (not the Hipp Theater).
I do a lot of genealogy work, and, a number of years ago, I asked my late father to write down his impressions of growing up. He was born in Yankton, South Dakota, but grew up in Sioux City during the 1930s, and wrote this about what was widely known as the Hipp Theater. I’m not making a comment on the “Hipp” Theater at all – just passing on a family history notation.
In the early 1930s my father (J. B. “Jack” Jackson) used to walk five miles each way to work, when they couldn’t afford the nickel street car. In the late 1930s, once a week, on his way home from work, Jack would go to the junkiest theater in Sioux City, the Hipp Theater, where he would buy a ten cent lottery ticket. One day he won the $100 jackpot, and took the whole family out to eat at Toller’s Drug Store, one of the nicest places in town. Afterwards, they went out to a movie at a nice theater like the Orpheum or Capital (not the Hipp Theater).