My grandfather was the projectionist at the Lyric Theatre until his death in 1963. I know he was a projectionist before his marriage in 1919, so it’s possible he was there since the beginning. He always referred to the theatre as the “Handsome Lyric”.
When he died, he had been napping, prior to going to work that night. When my grandmother found him, she called my father, also an operator, and he called the business agent, then raced to the theatre to get the show on the screen. The BA quickly found someone to cover that night’s shift, allowing my dad to get back to his family. Although that might seem odd today, the projectionists of their day took an enormous amount of pride in their work, and took their responsibilities very seriously. They truly believed that “the show must go on”.
A previous poster wondered if there was a roof garden in the early 20’s. A photo of my grandfather and another operator shows that to be very unlikely. http://www.flickr.com/photos/mtmanning/5425674943/
My grandfather was the projectionist at the Lyric Theatre until his death in 1963. I know he was a projectionist before his marriage in 1919, so it’s possible he was there since the beginning. He always referred to the theatre as the “Handsome Lyric”.
When he died, he had been napping, prior to going to work that night. When my grandmother found him, she called my father, also an operator, and he called the business agent, then raced to the theatre to get the show on the screen. The BA quickly found someone to cover that night’s shift, allowing my dad to get back to his family. Although that might seem odd today, the projectionists of their day took an enormous amount of pride in their work, and took their responsibilities very seriously. They truly believed that “the show must go on”.
A previous poster wondered if there was a roof garden in the early 20’s. A photo of my grandfather and another operator shows that to be very unlikely. http://www.flickr.com/photos/mtmanning/5425674943/