We lived behind the Sombrero Playhouse in the 50’s (in that Spanish looking house). There was what looked like a built in laundry hamper in the hall that when you opened it gave us a clear view of the wine cellar! LOL.
Behind our house, lived the Gene Salyer family. I played with their kids, a daughter (forgot her name) a younger brother I think his name was Bobby and might have also had a baby. I think Gene was manager (I thought of the Playhouse and also the Palms Theatre). They had a dog named ‘Trio'
Down from them was a row of pink apartments (L shaped) and all the band guys used to stay there. We loved that! They gave us real silver dollars to go way and make noise somewhere else!
My older sister spotted Montgomery Cliff one day walking briskly to the Playhouse. She asked for his autograph but he was too busy. I wondered why she’d want an old, short guy’s autograph, anyway.
Next door to the south was The Island’s Polynesian restaurant/bar/entertainment often with Rusty Warren on the marquee. (I think that might have been her band members in the apartment).
I remember sitting in the playhouse before showtime. It was so cool with air conditioning and my sister and I loved the piped in music before showtime, 'The Grand Canyon Suite’ playing in the
background. ~
Julie,
We lived behind the Sombrero Playhouse in the 50’s (in that Spanish looking house). There was what looked like a built in laundry hamper in the hall that when you opened it gave us a clear view of the wine cellar! LOL.
Behind our house, lived the Gene Salyer family. I played with their kids, a daughter (forgot her name) a younger brother I think his name was Bobby and might have also had a baby. I think Gene was manager (I thought of the Playhouse and also the Palms Theatre). They had a dog named ‘Trio'
Down from them was a row of pink apartments (L shaped) and all the band guys used to stay there. We loved that! They gave us real silver dollars to go way and make noise somewhere else!
My older sister spotted Montgomery Cliff one day walking briskly to the Playhouse. She asked for his autograph but he was too busy. I wondered why she’d want an old, short guy’s autograph, anyway.
Next door to the south was The Island’s Polynesian restaurant/bar/entertainment often with Rusty Warren on the marquee. (I think that might have been her band members in the apartment).
I remember sitting in the playhouse before showtime. It was so cool with air conditioning and my sister and I loved the piped in music before showtime, 'The Grand Canyon Suite’ playing in the
background. ~