Thanks for the reply Dave. I grew up on the corner of 7th & Maple, just a few blocks from you. You may have delivered the paper to our house. You have me by a few years though. I went to St. Anthony’s on 9th & Mitchell during the mid and late 50’s. What a great neighborhood we both lived in back then. My memories are all about family, church and fun. How things have changed. As a retired police officer, I am allowed by law to still carry a gun, and if I perchance have to drive through the old neighborhood, that gun is always on my seat right between my legs.
Absolutely right Dave. You are obviously a Juneau veteran. There was also a little-known entry door off the alley that dissected the block north/south. My grandfather would take us through this door which entered into a long corridor terminating right behind the inside ticket-taker position that you described. We would then be passed through for free of course. What part of the neighborhood were you from Dave?
I remember the popcorn machine well Dave. As I said in my initial post, my grandfather was the janitor there for many years and one of the things I liked to do when he let me in the theatre during non-operation hours was to have gramps fire-up the machine and make some popcorn. Were you from the neighborhood??
I grew up in the 50’s living on the same block as The Juneau. My grandfather was the janitor there for many years and as such I would sometimes go to see him at work on a summer morning. He would let me in the Juneau and I would wander and roam about its vast (at least to a young boy) interior. I remember the backstage area (behind the screen) with its many catwalks and dangling curtain ropes dating back to the live vaudeville days. A lower-level below the stage area contained the dressing rooms where the actors must have prepared themselves. My friends and I went to see movies at The Juneau at least once per week, sometimes more. I remember the Sunday double feature with anywhere from 5-25 Looney Tune cartoons sandwiched in between the movies. The building now sits dank and dreary in a neighborhood that has over the years transformed from warm and tranquil to cold and hostile. Indeed a sad and lonely fate for a theatre that brings back such happy childhood memories for me.
Thanks for the reply Dave. I grew up on the corner of 7th & Maple, just a few blocks from you. You may have delivered the paper to our house. You have me by a few years though. I went to St. Anthony’s on 9th & Mitchell during the mid and late 50’s. What a great neighborhood we both lived in back then. My memories are all about family, church and fun. How things have changed. As a retired police officer, I am allowed by law to still carry a gun, and if I perchance have to drive through the old neighborhood, that gun is always on my seat right between my legs.
Take Care.
Absolutely right Dave. You are obviously a Juneau veteran. There was also a little-known entry door off the alley that dissected the block north/south. My grandfather would take us through this door which entered into a long corridor terminating right behind the inside ticket-taker position that you described. We would then be passed through for free of course. What part of the neighborhood were you from Dave?
I remember the popcorn machine well Dave. As I said in my initial post, my grandfather was the janitor there for many years and one of the things I liked to do when he let me in the theatre during non-operation hours was to have gramps fire-up the machine and make some popcorn. Were you from the neighborhood??
I grew up in the 50’s living on the same block as The Juneau. My grandfather was the janitor there for many years and as such I would sometimes go to see him at work on a summer morning. He would let me in the Juneau and I would wander and roam about its vast (at least to a young boy) interior. I remember the backstage area (behind the screen) with its many catwalks and dangling curtain ropes dating back to the live vaudeville days. A lower-level below the stage area contained the dressing rooms where the actors must have prepared themselves. My friends and I went to see movies at The Juneau at least once per week, sometimes more. I remember the Sunday double feature with anywhere from 5-25 Looney Tune cartoons sandwiched in between the movies. The building now sits dank and dreary in a neighborhood that has over the years transformed from warm and tranquil to cold and hostile. Indeed a sad and lonely fate for a theatre that brings back such happy childhood memories for me.
Jeff Gajewski
Waterford, Wis.