I grew up in Salem and the Paramount was my place to go on a Saturday afternoon in the early 60’s. In high schoold it was the dating place, especially the balcony. When it was torn down the big photo op failed when the big ball on the crane bounced off the rear of the building, it was that well constructed. Later, a friend and I, in the dead of night, took a small truck and loaded it with the bricks. They are now part of a wakway to a house in Brewster, MA.
I grew up in Salem and the Paramount was my place to go on a Saturday afternoon in the early 60’s. In high schoold it was the dating place, especially the balcony. When it was torn down the big photo op failed when the big ball on the crane bounced off the rear of the building, it was that well constructed. Later, a friend and I, in the dead of night, took a small truck and loaded it with the bricks. They are now part of a wakway to a house in Brewster, MA.