Actually the site of the Roxy is across the street from the Transit Center. The site of the Roxy and the nearby Montgomery Ward building is occupied by the current Bank of America (built as a SeaFirst bank).
The Milford Theater has also been a legit house operated by various people at various times. In 1984 in was leased (with option to purchase) to Gregg Harlan and Craig Sandquist, owner/producers of the prestigious Forestburgh (NY) Playhouse. They mounted one season there which included productions of “George M!”, “I Oughta Be in Pictures,” “Starting Here, Starting Now,” and finally, in the fall, “You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown” (in which I played Snoopy). The basement-level dressing rooms were dank and chilly and it was always uncomfortable to be there alone as this theater’s ghost was thought to be quite real. It was rumoured, although I can’t confirm it, that an early producer or owner had hung himself from the fly loft in the 1920s or 1930s. A charming feature of the Milford’s house was that it had little box seats on either side, but on the same level as the rest of the house.
In the fall of 2004 a troop of actors from Harper Joy Theatre at Whitman College toured to the Seeley with a production of Julie Jensen’s “Wait!” Ms. Jensen, who had been in residence at Harper Joy, was present. Her play takes place in a small town, not unlike Pomeroy, WA, in a delapidated theatre, not unlike the Seeley, where a production of “Hamlet” is being given to raise funds for the restoration of the theatre. The performance of “Wait!” that day was given as a benefit to raise funds for the restoration of the Seeley. Unfortunately, only a small group of Pomeroy’s citizens attended the performance and so very little money was raised. It was a pitty as the Seeley deserves to be saved. As one walks through the dank dressing rooms, down into the orchestra pit, across the stage, in and amongst scenic elements leaning sadly against backstage walls, up into the balcony where ancient props and lighting instruments are strewn, into the booth where the battered projection equipment waits patiently to beam the next Saturday afternoon serial onto the torn silver screen, one can absolutely feel the presence of movie ghosts, of actors, singers, dancers and the audience with whom they shared their energy—dare one say magic—all the way back to 1913. The little audience that watched “Wait! that day in 2004, sitting in an unlit, unheated auditorium watching young student actors walking on boards older than their grandparents, cheered as loudly as their numbers would allow. Those young actors felt the magic of that place and perhaps for the first time, the direct connection every living actor has to those who have gone before.
In 2004 a lone young man was doing all the restoration work on the Seeley by himself. If you happen to pass through Pomeroy (which is on the highway between Lewiston and Walla Walla), stop by and spend some time and few dollars at the Seeley. It really deserves to be treasured.
Here is an ad from the Walla Walla Union-Bulletin circa 1952, along with one for the nearby Liberty Theatre.
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Actually the site of the Roxy is across the street from the Transit Center. The site of the Roxy and the nearby Montgomery Ward building is occupied by the current Bank of America (built as a SeaFirst bank).
The Milford Theater has also been a legit house operated by various people at various times. In 1984 in was leased (with option to purchase) to Gregg Harlan and Craig Sandquist, owner/producers of the prestigious Forestburgh (NY) Playhouse. They mounted one season there which included productions of “George M!”, “I Oughta Be in Pictures,” “Starting Here, Starting Now,” and finally, in the fall, “You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown” (in which I played Snoopy). The basement-level dressing rooms were dank and chilly and it was always uncomfortable to be there alone as this theater’s ghost was thought to be quite real. It was rumoured, although I can’t confirm it, that an early producer or owner had hung himself from the fly loft in the 1920s or 1930s. A charming feature of the Milford’s house was that it had little box seats on either side, but on the same level as the rest of the house.
In the fall of 2004 a troop of actors from Harper Joy Theatre at Whitman College toured to the Seeley with a production of Julie Jensen’s “Wait!” Ms. Jensen, who had been in residence at Harper Joy, was present. Her play takes place in a small town, not unlike Pomeroy, WA, in a delapidated theatre, not unlike the Seeley, where a production of “Hamlet” is being given to raise funds for the restoration of the theatre. The performance of “Wait!” that day was given as a benefit to raise funds for the restoration of the Seeley. Unfortunately, only a small group of Pomeroy’s citizens attended the performance and so very little money was raised. It was a pitty as the Seeley deserves to be saved. As one walks through the dank dressing rooms, down into the orchestra pit, across the stage, in and amongst scenic elements leaning sadly against backstage walls, up into the balcony where ancient props and lighting instruments are strewn, into the booth where the battered projection equipment waits patiently to beam the next Saturday afternoon serial onto the torn silver screen, one can absolutely feel the presence of movie ghosts, of actors, singers, dancers and the audience with whom they shared their energy—dare one say magic—all the way back to 1913. The little audience that watched “Wait! that day in 2004, sitting in an unlit, unheated auditorium watching young student actors walking on boards older than their grandparents, cheered as loudly as their numbers would allow. Those young actors felt the magic of that place and perhaps for the first time, the direct connection every living actor has to those who have gone before.
In 2004 a lone young man was doing all the restoration work on the Seeley by himself. If you happen to pass through Pomeroy (which is on the highway between Lewiston and Walla Walla), stop by and spend some time and few dollars at the Seeley. It really deserves to be treasured.