It actually was at the intersection of Honeywell Ave. and Tremont. I was brought up on Honeywell two blocks away.
It eas a thriving area though caught up in the depression. I know the area as it once very well. My school was right down aha neysell and it holds many memories as it eas the center of my existence throughout my formative years.
The stories of so many are now gone along with the rich history of those traveling through the depression and WW2.
Memories!
I worked for two summers as an usher at the RKO Chester. I marveled at the second floor with its memorabilia of times past. I remember one art piece depicting a coach for delivering mail up the nearby Boston Post Road.
I went to school at nearby PS 6 and once had a season pass to Starlight Pool which was almost adjacent.
The old cemetery on 180th street was not far away and recently I read that some soldiers going as far back as the Revolutionary War are interred there.
And, of course, I frequently, very frequently visited the Bronx Zoo, not far away, and left the hot steaming streets of the Bronx and entered an exciting world, esoecially for a young boy, imagine entering the Zoo and the closest entrance was near the Chester. One could even see scratches made by glacial till near the pathway near the boat park.
I remember boys diving off the close small bridge over the Bronx River and for one nickle.
It eas an icon of the depression era and memories are vivid. I saw many movies repeatedly and remember, Jon Hall, Maria Montez and Saba in particular,
RKO Chester, the hallmark of an era long gone.
I close my eyes and return at times to a world of magic and my youth.
It actually was at the intersection of Honeywell Ave. and Tremont. I was brought up on Honeywell two blocks away. It eas a thriving area though caught up in the depression. I know the area as it once very well. My school was right down aha neysell and it holds many memories as it eas the center of my existence throughout my formative years. The stories of so many are now gone along with the rich history of those traveling through the depression and WW2.
Memories! I worked for two summers as an usher at the RKO Chester. I marveled at the second floor with its memorabilia of times past. I remember one art piece depicting a coach for delivering mail up the nearby Boston Post Road. I went to school at nearby PS 6 and once had a season pass to Starlight Pool which was almost adjacent. The old cemetery on 180th street was not far away and recently I read that some soldiers going as far back as the Revolutionary War are interred there. And, of course, I frequently, very frequently visited the Bronx Zoo, not far away, and left the hot steaming streets of the Bronx and entered an exciting world, esoecially for a young boy, imagine entering the Zoo and the closest entrance was near the Chester. One could even see scratches made by glacial till near the pathway near the boat park. I remember boys diving off the close small bridge over the Bronx River and for one nickle. It eas an icon of the depression era and memories are vivid. I saw many movies repeatedly and remember, Jon Hall, Maria Montez and Saba in particular, RKO Chester, the hallmark of an era long gone. I close my eyes and return at times to a world of magic and my youth.