Two years since any submissions regarding the La Mar, huh? Ah, well. My brother and I spent many a Saturday afternoon here in the late 50s and early 60s. Back in those days kids ran wild; out of the house after breakfast and gone until dinner. My parents would give us a buck (35 cents for admission, 15 cents for popcorn times two kids) and we’d see two movies with cartoons in between and participate in a drawing where they’d call out the numbers on the ticket stubs and if they called yours you’d win a big “Charms” sucker. You’d even get to go up on stage (remember when theaters had stages?) to verify your number and receive your prize. I recall that Disney movies were 50 cents instead of 35, and when The Beatles' “A Hard Days Night” was shown it was 60 cents; we knew at that point that the good old days were behind us. Never as elaborate as the Fox Redondo or the Strand (what, no balcony?) my best memories are still of the La Mar. I moved away so I didn’t witness the decline and destruction and I’m glad. It was the perfect small town movie house, back when Manhattan was indeed a small town.
Two years since any submissions regarding the La Mar, huh? Ah, well. My brother and I spent many a Saturday afternoon here in the late 50s and early 60s. Back in those days kids ran wild; out of the house after breakfast and gone until dinner. My parents would give us a buck (35 cents for admission, 15 cents for popcorn times two kids) and we’d see two movies with cartoons in between and participate in a drawing where they’d call out the numbers on the ticket stubs and if they called yours you’d win a big “Charms” sucker. You’d even get to go up on stage (remember when theaters had stages?) to verify your number and receive your prize. I recall that Disney movies were 50 cents instead of 35, and when The Beatles' “A Hard Days Night” was shown it was 60 cents; we knew at that point that the good old days were behind us. Never as elaborate as the Fox Redondo or the Strand (what, no balcony?) my best memories are still of the La Mar. I moved away so I didn’t witness the decline and destruction and I’m glad. It was the perfect small town movie house, back when Manhattan was indeed a small town.