I, too, have very fond memories of the Tantamount. I was first taken there in the early Seventies and attended films there until I moved away. I remember vividly the two men who ran it (one short and stocky the other tall and thin) and who so graciously served us tea (?) in demitasse cups and saucers during the interval. What a civilized place it was! I also remember a woman who always seemed to be in the audience. She was probably in her sixties or seventies and was a very colorful character. She had gray hair worn pulled to one side and sometimes braided and she wore very beautiful, hand-woven clothing. She was plump and wore jeans under her colorful panchos and shawls. I wanted to be just like her when I became an old woman. I wonder after reading Jeff’s account if she were Jeanne; I suspect she was.
When I finally moved back to the Monterey Bay area in 1984 I wanted to resume attending films at the Tantamount and was saddened to learn it had burned down. It was a film experience like no other!
I, too, have very fond memories of the Tantamount. I was first taken there in the early Seventies and attended films there until I moved away. I remember vividly the two men who ran it (one short and stocky the other tall and thin) and who so graciously served us tea (?) in demitasse cups and saucers during the interval. What a civilized place it was! I also remember a woman who always seemed to be in the audience. She was probably in her sixties or seventies and was a very colorful character. She had gray hair worn pulled to one side and sometimes braided and she wore very beautiful, hand-woven clothing. She was plump and wore jeans under her colorful panchos and shawls. I wanted to be just like her when I became an old woman. I wonder after reading Jeff’s account if she were Jeanne; I suspect she was.
When I finally moved back to the Monterey Bay area in 1984 I wanted to resume attending films at the Tantamount and was saddened to learn it had burned down. It was a film experience like no other!