Grand View Theatre
6356 Mission Street,
Daly City,
CA
94014
6356 Mission Street,
Daly City,
CA
94014
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A nickelodeon, this long and narrow wood-frame building sat at the corner of Mission Street and Los Olivos Avenue. It’s ticket lobby, open to the street, was entered through a triple-scalloped archway, above which were painted the words, “Grand View Motion Picture Theatre.” Over this signage, there was ornamental millwork, consisting of a cornice with a little onion-domed decorative turret in its center.
Today the building houses a grocery. The arched entry is long gone, but the cornice atop the facade-much simplified, and without the turret-still survives. Examination of the building reveals that its hilltop location was ideal for a theatre site. It must have been easy to conform the rake of the seating to the slope of the hill.
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Gary Parks
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At age 10-12 … I lived in the Mission District in the late 60’s, early 70’s and would go alone (kids could walk Mission Street back then without fears) to the GRAND to see whatever was playing on weekends.
The Grand was a huge old place. They served every kind of concession stand food available and them some.
I recall they even baked Pizzas.
And oh — the variety of ilms they presented … a terrible picture called ‘ALASKAN SAFARI’ … another time, a faded print of a scratchy 007 picture, another time, an old science fiction — or a mystery or … or … or …
… wait — oh yes — there was a pink-orange mostly out of focus print of Liz Taylor’s CLEOPATRA ….
In short, I’d go and watch whatever was there — 2 or 3 times in a row.
But at night — especially the weekends, it was a communal get together location from the local melting pot of the Mission.
So, they ran the films always — with the house lights always up. People of all languages just yammering away. Some came with their own picnic baskets — some just to read a book or a newspaper. It was a strange and wonderful time for this then adolescent boy.
I often think of my days at ‘The Grand’ … and in fact, miss them.
D.A.