To Warner Lady: Your name sounds familiar. The day of Mark’s fundraiser I came down with a horrid case of flu, which my grandson, who was visiting from Pittsburgh, had given me. I’m the middle child, who really made my father mad when I took a job with Vee Corp. and went on the road as a Wardrobe supervisor. In every city We played, there was someone who knew “Vinnie”, either from touring and playing the Warner or the Civic Center, or through the IATSE Union. and Mark.. I still have a hard time with that because mark and I were closer in age and spent alot of time in the Warner toether along with some of our friends, who always had open invites from my Dad to come down to the “thee-ay-ter” (Both my Dad and HIS mother called it that) and watch movies or 17 cartoons with us.
As far as the Warner Logo, I can try to scan the glasses and see if I can get a photo of the emblem.
To anyone trying to find out if there was a coat of arms, I have a set of glasses that my father received many years ago. they have an emblem on the front that has the WB logo, but it’s a little different than the one we are all used to seeing.
My father, Joseph “Vinnie” Marchant devoted 60 years of his life to the Warner Theater. My sister, Charlene, my brother Mark and I literally grew up in that building. My father started out as a runner for his father, Charles Marchant who was a stagehand at the Warner from its openeing in 1931, and the first member of our family to belong to IATSE Local 113. Vinnie was 10. He loved the Warner Theater aslmost as much as he loved his family. That building was our second home. Any day off from school meant going into the Warner with Dad at 8:30 AM and exploring every part of the theater until 11:30, when my dad would raise the curtain for the start of the feature.We sat through endless hours of films if we enjoyed them, or we would stay backstage or play underneath the orcestra pit. An occasional trip to the Strand, or Columbia, or Sheas was in order if the heating or other problems arose, but most of the time was spent at the Warner. On Tuesday evenings during the summer, we could help sort the letters, and my father would ascend a high latter and change the sign on the Marquis, where we also had the best view of the parades on State Street. We sat backstage during live shows and met so many famous people I can’t count them. During lean times for the Warner, my father cared for it and sometimes litally held the carpet together with duct tape. When Cinamette owned it, my dad took my wedding party inside so that Mark Fainstein could do our Wedding Photos. If I could have had the ceremony and reception there, I would have. But no matter what, I was and still am always in awe of the beauty of that bulding. My father worked right up until a couple of months before his death from cancer at age 83.His loyalty was to the building. My whole family including myself have been working backstage for decades now, but anyone who has ever traveled through with a show , or worked in that building will tell you, “It’s not the same”. I can’t think of my childhood without thinking of the Warner. My brother eventually ended up performing on stage for many years as timpanist and percussionist for the Erie Philharmonic Orchestra until his untimely death from cancer in Aug. 2006. My whole family history is in that building. The Warner has a character all its own front of house, but backsatge , the Warner also had a character…his name was Vinnie and I don’t believe anyone will ever love her as much as he did……My name is Joanne Marchant-Heim
To Warner Lady: Your name sounds familiar. The day of Mark’s fundraiser I came down with a horrid case of flu, which my grandson, who was visiting from Pittsburgh, had given me. I’m the middle child, who really made my father mad when I took a job with Vee Corp. and went on the road as a Wardrobe supervisor. In every city We played, there was someone who knew “Vinnie”, either from touring and playing the Warner or the Civic Center, or through the IATSE Union. and Mark.. I still have a hard time with that because mark and I were closer in age and spent alot of time in the Warner toether along with some of our friends, who always had open invites from my Dad to come down to the “thee-ay-ter” (Both my Dad and HIS mother called it that) and watch movies or 17 cartoons with us.
As far as the Warner Logo, I can try to scan the glasses and see if I can get a photo of the emblem.
To anyone trying to find out if there was a coat of arms, I have a set of glasses that my father received many years ago. they have an emblem on the front that has the WB logo, but it’s a little different than the one we are all used to seeing.
My father, Joseph “Vinnie” Marchant devoted 60 years of his life to the Warner Theater. My sister, Charlene, my brother Mark and I literally grew up in that building. My father started out as a runner for his father, Charles Marchant who was a stagehand at the Warner from its openeing in 1931, and the first member of our family to belong to IATSE Local 113. Vinnie was 10. He loved the Warner Theater aslmost as much as he loved his family. That building was our second home. Any day off from school meant going into the Warner with Dad at 8:30 AM and exploring every part of the theater until 11:30, when my dad would raise the curtain for the start of the feature.We sat through endless hours of films if we enjoyed them, or we would stay backstage or play underneath the orcestra pit. An occasional trip to the Strand, or Columbia, or Sheas was in order if the heating or other problems arose, but most of the time was spent at the Warner. On Tuesday evenings during the summer, we could help sort the letters, and my father would ascend a high latter and change the sign on the Marquis, where we also had the best view of the parades on State Street. We sat backstage during live shows and met so many famous people I can’t count them. During lean times for the Warner, my father cared for it and sometimes litally held the carpet together with duct tape. When Cinamette owned it, my dad took my wedding party inside so that Mark Fainstein could do our Wedding Photos. If I could have had the ceremony and reception there, I would have. But no matter what, I was and still am always in awe of the beauty of that bulding. My father worked right up until a couple of months before his death from cancer at age 83.His loyalty was to the building. My whole family including myself have been working backstage for decades now, but anyone who has ever traveled through with a show , or worked in that building will tell you, “It’s not the same”. I can’t think of my childhood without thinking of the Warner. My brother eventually ended up performing on stage for many years as timpanist and percussionist for the Erie Philharmonic Orchestra until his untimely death from cancer in Aug. 2006. My whole family history is in that building. The Warner has a character all its own front of house, but backsatge , the Warner also had a character…his name was Vinnie and I don’t believe anyone will ever love her as much as he did……My name is Joanne Marchant-Heim