Ah, the Loew’s Pitkin. Brownsville, 1957. It may not have been one of the elite in the Loew’s chain, but who knew? who cared? Imagine, moving from the drab lower east side to Legion Street, Brownsville—right in the shadow of this massive Loew’s! Grand Street never boasted this kind of theater.
I remember the “celestial” ceiling with its subtly lighted constellations, a captivating feature my childhood friend once proudly announced her dad helped create. Alas, like much of the Brownsville we once knew, the wonder of the Loew’s Pitkin has long since faded into the limbo of Brooklyn history.
Ah, the Loew’s Pitkin. Brownsville, 1957. It may not have been one of the elite in the Loew’s chain, but who knew? who cared? Imagine, moving from the drab lower east side to Legion Street, Brownsville—right in the shadow of this massive Loew’s! Grand Street never boasted this kind of theater.
I remember the “celestial” ceiling with its subtly lighted constellations, a captivating feature my childhood friend once proudly announced her dad helped create. Alas, like much of the Brownsville we once knew, the wonder of the Loew’s Pitkin has long since faded into the limbo of Brooklyn history.