I have wonderful childhood memories of Saturday afternoon admissions (50 cents for a double feature with newsreel) at the Queens Theatre just several blocks down from my dad’s drugstore on Springfield Blvd. This was in the late 40’s, early 50’s and we looked forward to this every Saturday; one such memory was of my brother getting in free because his friend was an usher and let him in through the second floor fire escape door. (I think he only did that a couple of times just for the ‘fun of it’– as for me, I was too frightened of being caught and that walk up the fire escape looked very precarious!)
My fondest memory of the Community Theatre on Jamaica Avenue: the Queens Village School of Dance held it’s Recital there in 1950; whta a wonderful stage it was on which to tap !
I have wonderful childhood memories of Saturday afternoon admissions (50 cents for a double feature with newsreel) at the Queens Theatre just several blocks down from my dad’s drugstore on Springfield Blvd. This was in the late 40’s, early 50’s and we looked forward to this every Saturday; one such memory was of my brother getting in free because his friend was an usher and let him in through the second floor fire escape door. (I think he only did that a couple of times just for the ‘fun of it’– as for me, I was too frightened of being caught and that walk up the fire escape looked very precarious!)
My fondest memory of the Community Theatre on Jamaica Avenue: the Queens Village School of Dance held it’s Recital there in 1950; whta a wonderful stage it was on which to tap !