Hempstead was sweet.
On most Sundays my dad and I would walk from our apartment at 54 Greenwich St (then called the Colony House) and see a movie at the Hempstead or Calderone or Rivoli (my favorite).
This was in the late 50’s and early 60’s (no later than 1963).
Hempstead underwent its first round of well-intentioned but ultimately fruitless “urban renewal” in the early 60’s …that precipitated the end of Little Main Street and Town Hall Park.
We moved from Hempstead on Halloween night 1963 and with the exception of maybe my high school graduation (West Hempstead) at the Calderone in 1972…I don’t remember ever visiting those theaters of my childhood again.
Hempstead was sweet.
On most Sundays my dad and I would walk from our apartment at 54 Greenwich St (then called the Colony House) and see a movie at the Hempstead or Calderone or Rivoli (my favorite).
This was in the late 50’s and early 60’s (no later than 1963).
Hempstead underwent its first round of well-intentioned but ultimately fruitless “urban renewal” in the early 60’s …that precipitated the end of Little Main Street and Town Hall Park.
We moved from Hempstead on Halloween night 1963 and with the exception of maybe my high school graduation (West Hempstead) at the Calderone in 1972…I don’t remember ever visiting those theaters of my childhood again.