My Life At the Movies: Tales of the Olympic
A folk singer from the ‘70’s once lamented: “They paved paradise
and put up a parking lot.” I can’t help but think how true that is
every time I stroll past the former site of the Olympic theater in
my home town of Altoona, Pa. It’s now a barren expanse of zig zag
yellow lines; a desolate and impersonal place, not a trace of it's
previous existance left behind.
The Olympic was built in 1914 and occupied the site of the
Elenenth Avenue Opera House, which burned down several years earlier. It was owned and operated by Anast N. Natopolis, a local
buisnessman who owned a number of theaters across the state. The
lowly theater aspired to high standards and promised “only the
best pictures obtainable” which must be “clean and wholsome,
affording the greatest pleasure possible.” During WWII, war bonds
were sold at the box office,and each purchaser received two free
passes to either the Olympic or the Capitol, which was also owned
by Mr. Natopolis. During the 1950’s a Saturday kiddies was held,
which included four cartoons and a feature for the amazing sum of
25 cents!! During intermission, the house lights would come up and
a small grey drum would be wheeled on stage containing all the
ticket stubs sold for that particular show. Several winners would
be chosen and the lucky ticket holders were given passes to a
future show. The late 50’s saw a great number of “B” horror flicks
play there, including House On Haunted Hill, which was one of my
favorites. Towards the end of the film, a skelaten would emerge from
behind a black curtin and fly on an invisible wire above the audience
and up to the balcony. More funny than scary, the flying bones got
pelted with paper cups and anything else the balcony crew could
find. I got many a good shot in myself as I sat through multiple
shows of this and many other of my favorite features.
By the late 60’s, things were changing for the movie industry
as well as for Altoona. As part of a redevelopment program, the
entire block between 11th and 12th Streets was knocked down to make
room for a new office building and an elderly housing project. The physical traces of the Olympic have been erased , but the
happy memories of the time spent there left an indellible im-
pression in my memory that will remain forever.
My Life At the Movies: Tales of the Olympic
A folk singer from the ‘70’s once lamented: “They paved paradise
and put up a parking lot.” I can’t help but think how true that is
every time I stroll past the former site of the Olympic theater in
my home town of Altoona, Pa. It’s now a barren expanse of zig zag
yellow lines; a desolate and impersonal place, not a trace of it's
previous existance left behind.
The Olympic was built in 1914 and occupied the site of the
Elenenth Avenue Opera House, which burned down several years earlier. It was owned and operated by Anast N. Natopolis, a local
buisnessman who owned a number of theaters across the state. The
lowly theater aspired to high standards and promised “only the
best pictures obtainable” which must be “clean and wholsome,
affording the greatest pleasure possible.” During WWII, war bonds
were sold at the box office,and each purchaser received two free
passes to either the Olympic or the Capitol, which was also owned
by Mr. Natopolis. During the 1950’s a Saturday kiddies was held,
which included four cartoons and a feature for the amazing sum of
25 cents!! During intermission, the house lights would come up and
a small grey drum would be wheeled on stage containing all the
ticket stubs sold for that particular show. Several winners would
be chosen and the lucky ticket holders were given passes to a
future show. The late 50’s saw a great number of “B” horror flicks
play there, including House On Haunted Hill, which was one of my
favorites. Towards the end of the film, a skelaten would emerge from
behind a black curtin and fly on an invisible wire above the audience
and up to the balcony. More funny than scary, the flying bones got
pelted with paper cups and anything else the balcony crew could
find. I got many a good shot in myself as I sat through multiple
shows of this and many other of my favorite features.
By the late 60’s, things were changing for the movie industry
as well as for Altoona. As part of a redevelopment program, the
entire block between 11th and 12th Streets was knocked down to make
room for a new office building and an elderly housing project. The physical traces of the Olympic have been erased , but the
happy memories of the time spent there left an indellible im-
pression in my memory that will remain forever.
During an urban renewal project, the State theater was
demolished in 1972.