The American Theater at 910 Manhattan Avenue in Greenpoint,Brooklyn, New York is my first memory of a theater.
It was 1926 and I was seven years old. I stood on the other side of Manhattan Avenue holding my mother’s hand as we viewed a large banner above the facade of the American Theater,proclaiming; “Rudolph Valentino: Son of the Sheik.”
No, I don’t remember if we ever saw that performance, but I visited it many times after that..
(No, I couldn’t read – but my Mom was my interpreter.)
WASU
The American Theater at 910 Manhattan Avenue in Greenpoint,Brooklyn, New York is my first memory of a theater.
It was 1926 and I was seven years old. I stood on the other side of Manhattan Avenue holding my mother’s hand as we viewed a large banner above the facade of the American Theater,proclaiming; “Rudolph Valentino: Son of the Sheik.”
No, I don’t remember if we ever saw that performance, but I visited it many times after that..
(No, I couldn’t read – but my Mom was my interpreter.)
WASU
Where else could you see Tommy Dorsay and Frank Sinatra in person for a buck and a half and catch a movie as well?
Ah! Those were the days!
Wasi
Where else could you see Tommy Dorsay and Frank Sinatra in person for a buck and a half and catch a movie as well?
Ah! Those were the days!
Wasi
I saw Tarzan the Ape Man at the Valencia in Jamaica in 1932. I was thirteen years old.
I don’t know what thrilled me the most, the movie or that magical ceiling with its movable clouds and stars.
I have never had a theatrical experience to equal it.
WASU