We lived on Arkansas Street back in the ‘40s and my brother and I would walk to the Rialto and sometimes to the Victoria. That was back when parents felt OK about letting a six and eight year old walk alone.
The Rialto was always a madhouse on Saturdays with kids running and making so much noise you could hardly hear the movie. When we were in a more subdued mood we would go to the Victoria. They had ushers imported from Nazi Germany who made everyone stay in their seat and keep quiet.
In what to a child was a lifetime later, I ended up in the machine shop of the Wurlitzer Plant making parts for the Rialto’s organ while working my way through college.
We lived on Arkansas Street back in the ‘40s and my brother and I would walk to the Rialto and sometimes to the Victoria. That was back when parents felt OK about letting a six and eight year old walk alone.
The Rialto was always a madhouse on Saturdays with kids running and making so much noise you could hardly hear the movie. When we were in a more subdued mood we would go to the Victoria. They had ushers imported from Nazi Germany who made everyone stay in their seat and keep quiet.
In what to a child was a lifetime later, I ended up in the machine shop of the Wurlitzer Plant making parts for the Rialto’s organ while working my way through college.