I am proud to have been part of the “final live play” that “was staged at the theatre as a last hoorah for the property in Oct. and Nov. of 1981 rekindling its roots as the Little Theater.” We were Actors Ensemble and the show was “Equus” directed by Marilyn Stults. I remember the theatre was always cold inside and the backstage area and dressing rooms were cramped, spooky, and dimly lit, but you could feel the ghosts of it’s Little Theatre roots. I also remember Ms. Stults trying valiantly (and in vain) to rally the preservation effort to save the theatre after our show ended, but we were locked out and the theatre got demolished all too soon. The land sat vacant for years after. It felt as though the developers were racing to tear it down, but not replace it with anything. As with so many historic buildings its' rushed demise felt cold, greedy, and unnecessary.
I am proud to have been part of the “final live play” that “was staged at the theatre as a last hoorah for the property in Oct. and Nov. of 1981 rekindling its roots as the Little Theater.” We were Actors Ensemble and the show was “Equus” directed by Marilyn Stults. I remember the theatre was always cold inside and the backstage area and dressing rooms were cramped, spooky, and dimly lit, but you could feel the ghosts of it’s Little Theatre roots. I also remember Ms. Stults trying valiantly (and in vain) to rally the preservation effort to save the theatre after our show ended, but we were locked out and the theatre got demolished all too soon. The land sat vacant for years after. It felt as though the developers were racing to tear it down, but not replace it with anything. As with so many historic buildings its' rushed demise felt cold, greedy, and unnecessary.