The venerable Foothill Theater holds a multitude of memories that I share with my brothers and sisters. Going to “the show†meant plunking down twenty-five cents and never being disappointed. Never in life afterwards would I ever get my moneys worth like I did when I was a kid sitting in the Foothill for a Saturday matinee of entertainment. Prizes raffled off during intermission included a wooden rocking horse and box of assorted concession goodies plus complimentary movie tickets. Irish luck would have it that these enviable items would be won by my two sisters whose matching ticket stubs were plucked from a tumbling mixing bin on stage, and forever become part of our family story.
All of eleven years old I saw BEN-HUR at the Coronet in the Spring of 1960. Traveled alone by public transit all the way from East Oakland to see it. To this day the best movie experience ever. The lead up to the break for Intermission and the accompanying music was exquisite. Drama & score marriage has never been outdone. Hollywood pulled out all the stops on this one. I tip my hat to you Coronet for knowing how to put on a show. When that huge red curtain closed and I walked out of the theater that day in 1960 the Coronet would indelibly be etched in my memory forever. Goodbye old friend.
The venerable Foothill Theater holds a multitude of memories that I share with my brothers and sisters. Going to “the show†meant plunking down twenty-five cents and never being disappointed. Never in life afterwards would I ever get my moneys worth like I did when I was a kid sitting in the Foothill for a Saturday matinee of entertainment. Prizes raffled off during intermission included a wooden rocking horse and box of assorted concession goodies plus complimentary movie tickets. Irish luck would have it that these enviable items would be won by my two sisters whose matching ticket stubs were plucked from a tumbling mixing bin on stage, and forever become part of our family story.
All of eleven years old I saw BEN-HUR at the Coronet in the Spring of 1960. Traveled alone by public transit all the way from East Oakland to see it. To this day the best movie experience ever. The lead up to the break for Intermission and the accompanying music was exquisite. Drama & score marriage has never been outdone. Hollywood pulled out all the stops on this one. I tip my hat to you Coronet for knowing how to put on a show. When that huge red curtain closed and I walked out of the theater that day in 1960 the Coronet would indelibly be etched in my memory forever. Goodbye old friend.
According to the Oakland Tribune theater listing for July 4, 1960 it was re-named the NEW FOOTHILL.