Open at 49 Dodd Street by 1930 based on mailer images I’ve added.
Possibly was originally located at 38 Myrtle Street prior to then per one image.
That Myrtle address is beneath the Garden State Parkway today.
Christlike Worship Center is the current tenant on Dodd Street.
Possibly AKA Washington Theatre which was apparently it’s name in April 1924, unless someone can find otherwise.
The Washington and the Strand which I added a page for were both managed by. H.H. Diffenderfer. Print ad image added.
I can add a page for the Washington Theatre if it was not the Alahambra.
But I can find no other information on one of that name.
Opened prior to April 1924.
Print ad image added indicating it and Washington later Alahambra Theatre were both managed by H.H. Diffenderfer at the time.
Recollections by Wayne Kelly that accompanied photo added to gallery via Facebook:
“Generations of Knightstownians used the Alhambra Theater as the “great escape.” Youngsters dreamed of becoming cowboys, movie stars, soldiers of fortune, detectives or police or firemen. Teens held hands and traded kisses along the “great wall” at the rear of the auditorium. Young men and women dreamed of futures filled with romance and adventure. Oldsters relived their lives or dreamed of “‘what might have been” as handsome and beautiful Hollywood stars danced across the silver screen.
As a youngster, like most Knightstown kids, I was a devoted Alhambra fan. When my brother and I were 7-8 years old we used to earn show money by collecting newspapers and bottles for sale to the junk recycler, Andy Judt. We tried not to miss a change of shows. Entrance was nine cents and a box of popcorn was five cents! The characteristic theater marquee was a beacon for movie goers. The glassed poster boxes on both sides of the entrance described the current showings. The box office was a tiny closet that housed a ticket sales person who resembled one of the mannequin fortune tellers one might see in a glass cage at an arcade. She sold tickets pulled from two reels: one color for children and another for adults. Money was carefully stored in a cash drawer that slid under the counter.
On entering the theater it was customary to stop at the small refreshment stand to the left of the big, double-doored entrance. A taste-tempting selection of candies beckoned from the glass display case. If that did not work, the tantalizing aroma of fresh popped corn was the clincher.
The short walk up the gentle incline to the ticket taker was an adventure, too. Walls on both sides displayed large posters of Hollywood luminaries such as Gary Cooper, Betty Grable, Clark Gable, Veronica Lake, David Niven, Claudette Colbert and a host of others. The ticket taker collected the tickets, carefully tearing each in half so patron had a receipt. From there it was a few steps across a crimson carpet decorated with gold swirls into the inner sanctum of the 800 seat auditorium. Lighting was dim and only bright enough to find a seat. Many youngsters headed for the front row where they would crane necks upwards watching the action from as close a position as possible. A gigantic, deep red curtain covered the stage area where the screen lay concealed until the projectionist in the upstairs booth opened them. Then a few slides of local interest, perhaps a News of the Day newsreel, a short subject, perhaps a cartoon and finally the featured film.
Not everyone sat in the auditorium . There was the “balcony” where adults could pay extra and sit in a smoking area in comfortable lounge chairs. Usually, the theater owner, his friends and Knightstown businessmen had first choice at the special seating. Sunday and Monday were usually major productions while Tuesday/Wednesday and Thursday/Friday/Saturday were “B” movies. In those days Hollywood required smaller theaters to screen a number of “B” movies each week in order to get a major production. This process kept film land churning out movies for many years on studio lots that were actually small cities within Los Angeles and the surrounding area. They had their own doctors, restaurants, commissaries, fire and police departments. Many of the employees and their families lived on the lots.
A “B” feature was usually produced each week by the six or seven major studios of that day. The need for quick film making was real, too. Thousands of theaters across America had insatiable audiences and the 10-25 cent admission price fueled one of America’s largest industries.
Near the end of World War II, as I recall on Wednesday night, a cash drawing was held. The theater manager would pull ticket stubs from a box and a few lucky patrons walked away with cash in their pockets. Manager Alfred (Mick) Richey ran a tight ship, too. He did not tolerate talking or disruptive behavior. When he walked down a darkened aisle, flash light in hand, for a first warning it meant once more and the violator would be ejected. To make sure they behaved, Richey would often hide behind the stage curtains and watch those he had warned. There was no second chance. Just ejection. It was to this “theater” that I was drawn.
The Alhambra had always been a magic place, a retreat where I could dream of the future. The Knightstown Alhambra had been a part of the community for many years, and I was drawn to this tradition. In the spring of 1951 I was hired as a ticket taker. It was a dream come true. Not only did I feel it was a prestigious job, but I got to see every movie. And I did not miss many over the next 18 months. Richey was responsible for keeping the facility running smoothly. The Alhambra was owned by Harry Watts who, it seemed to me, maintained a low profile and let Mick manage the day to day operations. Attractions were booked weeks ahead and at each screening change large metal boxes containing the film reels were left next to the theater’s front door. The heavy metal cans would contain four to six. 18-in reels. Collecting tickets was indisputably the easiest job I ever held. I soon became familiar with all operations and started visiting the projection booth after the theater had emptied from the first screening and I was waiting for the latecomers to go home.
Lon Craig (who was also the local lawn mower repair guy) was the chief projectionist and always glad to have company. He was friendly and allowed me to sit in the booth and watch the loading of the giant, carbon-arc projectors. His skill at changeovers from projector to projector was amazing. Remember those little buttons that would flash in the upper right hand portion of the giant screen? There were two and were called “cue” buttons. The first button was for turning on the projector that contained the next reel and the second was for actually switching projectors. Hollywood always made the changeover in scenes that involved switching scenes, camera angles or the screen fading with some other cinematic device. For a few weeks I watched him operate the twin projector system and he began showing me how to perform the job. In the fall of 1951 Richey asked if I would also like to hire on as a relief projectionist. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Craig stepped up his instructions and within a couple of weeks I was working under his supervision. I clearly recall the first night I had the booth to myself. I was terrified but fortunately did not make any mistakes. I worked a couple of nights during the week and usually a shift on Saturday.
I held the job until I graduated from high school. At one point in my senior year I even hosted a Saturday afternoon cartoon festival to raise money for the Class of 52 senior trip. Lots of Alhambra memories and I am sure every theater-goer has his or her own story to tell."
Updated history:
Per Raymond Gustafson:
“Judy Garland’s father, Frank Gumm, was the manager of the Temple Theater in Ironwood as well as a singer there in 1912 before he moved to Superior where he met his wife and they then moved to Grand Rapids, MN where Judy was born.”
Per Craig Allen Lewis:
“In 1912, the Temple Theatre was run by W. F. Kelly.”
(so before or after Frank Gumm)
Update: Photos taken either late June or July 1, 1943.
Update: Photos taken either late June or July 1, 1943.
Update: Photos taken either late June or July 1, 1943.
Update: Photos taken either late June or July 1, 1943.
Houston Chronicle Photo.
https://blog.chron.com/bayoucityhistory/2009/08/then-now-20-looking-at-the-tower/?fbclid=IwAR3PoZbVuPzAkYPckECS8DdILRjSxCgYqOorqoXWmml4uqiCrnF5UJpryzM
JIM KOEHN ART Watercolor & Acrylic Paintings of the Village and other theaters.
https://jimkoehn.com/press/print%20articles.html
Open at 49 Dodd Street by 1930 based on mailer images I’ve added. Possibly was originally located at 38 Myrtle Street prior to then per one image. That Myrtle address is beneath the Garden State Parkway today. Christlike Worship Center is the current tenant on Dodd Street.
Possibly an original address it moved from by 1930.
Enlargeable 1925 image in below link.
https://www.alamy.com/bellevue-theatre-upper-montclair-new-jersey-1925-artist-unknown-image262791838.html?irclickid=wy609ARERxyNRNnUSa3hYTBKUkAQl0zrE1xOzI0&utm_source=77643&utm_campaign=Shop%20Royalty%20Free%20at%20Alamy&utm_medium=impact&irgwc=1
Download and enlarge for better clarity.
Download and enlarge for better clarity.
Documentary to salute Tivoli Theatre in Downers Grove By Shaw Local News Network April 17, 2023
https://www.shawlocal.com/news/2023/04/17/documentary-to-salute-tivoli-theatre-in-downers-grove/?fbclid=IwAR0xWLixTJ15–jjX654kFfqB9EI0l0TCCLRuD-5LUFDQuM7DalMPcu2soU
Target reopening date of June 1, 2023. Article below.
https://www.indiewire.com/2023/04/vidiots-reopen-june-2023-1234829091/?fbclid=IwAR3cBknEdDObVnCwaIYIuQeoc72fe9YQWULzhchNlmGmr-v7bdGOkUvES0E
Possibly AKA Washington Theatre which was apparently it’s name in April 1924, unless someone can find otherwise. The Washington and the Strand which I added a page for were both managed by. H.H. Diffenderfer. Print ad image added. I can add a page for the Washington Theatre if it was not the Alahambra. But I can find no other information on one of that name.
Opened prior to April 1924. Print ad image added indicating it and Washington later Alahambra Theatre were both managed by H.H. Diffenderfer at the time.
Update: Photo credit Reid Brennan.
Update: Photo credit Reid Brennan.
Update: Photo credit Reid Brennan.
Update: Photo credit Reid Brennan.
Recollections by Wayne Kelly that accompanied photo added to gallery via Facebook:
“Generations of Knightstownians used the Alhambra Theater as the “great escape.” Youngsters dreamed of becoming cowboys, movie stars, soldiers of fortune, detectives or police or firemen. Teens held hands and traded kisses along the “great wall” at the rear of the auditorium. Young men and women dreamed of futures filled with romance and adventure. Oldsters relived their lives or dreamed of “‘what might have been” as handsome and beautiful Hollywood stars danced across the silver screen.
As a youngster, like most Knightstown kids, I was a devoted Alhambra fan. When my brother and I were 7-8 years old we used to earn show money by collecting newspapers and bottles for sale to the junk recycler, Andy Judt. We tried not to miss a change of shows. Entrance was nine cents and a box of popcorn was five cents! The characteristic theater marquee was a beacon for movie goers. The glassed poster boxes on both sides of the entrance described the current showings. The box office was a tiny closet that housed a ticket sales person who resembled one of the mannequin fortune tellers one might see in a glass cage at an arcade. She sold tickets pulled from two reels: one color for children and another for adults. Money was carefully stored in a cash drawer that slid under the counter.
On entering the theater it was customary to stop at the small refreshment stand to the left of the big, double-doored entrance. A taste-tempting selection of candies beckoned from the glass display case. If that did not work, the tantalizing aroma of fresh popped corn was the clincher.
The short walk up the gentle incline to the ticket taker was an adventure, too. Walls on both sides displayed large posters of Hollywood luminaries such as Gary Cooper, Betty Grable, Clark Gable, Veronica Lake, David Niven, Claudette Colbert and a host of others. The ticket taker collected the tickets, carefully tearing each in half so patron had a receipt. From there it was a few steps across a crimson carpet decorated with gold swirls into the inner sanctum of the 800 seat auditorium. Lighting was dim and only bright enough to find a seat. Many youngsters headed for the front row where they would crane necks upwards watching the action from as close a position as possible. A gigantic, deep red curtain covered the stage area where the screen lay concealed until the projectionist in the upstairs booth opened them. Then a few slides of local interest, perhaps a News of the Day newsreel, a short subject, perhaps a cartoon and finally the featured film.
Not everyone sat in the auditorium . There was the “balcony” where adults could pay extra and sit in a smoking area in comfortable lounge chairs. Usually, the theater owner, his friends and Knightstown businessmen had first choice at the special seating. Sunday and Monday were usually major productions while Tuesday/Wednesday and Thursday/Friday/Saturday were “B” movies. In those days Hollywood required smaller theaters to screen a number of “B” movies each week in order to get a major production. This process kept film land churning out movies for many years on studio lots that were actually small cities within Los Angeles and the surrounding area. They had their own doctors, restaurants, commissaries, fire and police departments. Many of the employees and their families lived on the lots.
A “B” feature was usually produced each week by the six or seven major studios of that day. The need for quick film making was real, too. Thousands of theaters across America had insatiable audiences and the 10-25 cent admission price fueled one of America’s largest industries.
Near the end of World War II, as I recall on Wednesday night, a cash drawing was held. The theater manager would pull ticket stubs from a box and a few lucky patrons walked away with cash in their pockets. Manager Alfred (Mick) Richey ran a tight ship, too. He did not tolerate talking or disruptive behavior. When he walked down a darkened aisle, flash light in hand, for a first warning it meant once more and the violator would be ejected. To make sure they behaved, Richey would often hide behind the stage curtains and watch those he had warned. There was no second chance. Just ejection. It was to this “theater” that I was drawn.
The Alhambra had always been a magic place, a retreat where I could dream of the future. The Knightstown Alhambra had been a part of the community for many years, and I was drawn to this tradition. In the spring of 1951 I was hired as a ticket taker. It was a dream come true. Not only did I feel it was a prestigious job, but I got to see every movie. And I did not miss many over the next 18 months. Richey was responsible for keeping the facility running smoothly. The Alhambra was owned by Harry Watts who, it seemed to me, maintained a low profile and let Mick manage the day to day operations. Attractions were booked weeks ahead and at each screening change large metal boxes containing the film reels were left next to the theater’s front door. The heavy metal cans would contain four to six. 18-in reels. Collecting tickets was indisputably the easiest job I ever held. I soon became familiar with all operations and started visiting the projection booth after the theater had emptied from the first screening and I was waiting for the latecomers to go home.
Lon Craig (who was also the local lawn mower repair guy) was the chief projectionist and always glad to have company. He was friendly and allowed me to sit in the booth and watch the loading of the giant, carbon-arc projectors. His skill at changeovers from projector to projector was amazing. Remember those little buttons that would flash in the upper right hand portion of the giant screen? There were two and were called “cue” buttons. The first button was for turning on the projector that contained the next reel and the second was for actually switching projectors. Hollywood always made the changeover in scenes that involved switching scenes, camera angles or the screen fading with some other cinematic device. For a few weeks I watched him operate the twin projector system and he began showing me how to perform the job. In the fall of 1951 Richey asked if I would also like to hire on as a relief projectionist. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Craig stepped up his instructions and within a couple of weeks I was working under his supervision. I clearly recall the first night I had the booth to myself. I was terrified but fortunately did not make any mistakes. I worked a couple of nights during the week and usually a shift on Saturday.
I held the job until I graduated from high school. At one point in my senior year I even hosted a Saturday afternoon cartoon festival to raise money for the Class of 52 senior trip. Lots of Alhambra memories and I am sure every theater-goer has his or her own story to tell."
Circa 1930 postcard credit John Chuckman Collection.
https://chuckmanchicagonostalgia.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/postcard-chicago-harding-hotel-clark-theater-18-n-clark-sepia-19341.jpg?w=510
They credited the CT Overview description, but this link also has the organ information and and enlargeable version of the top photo.
http://www.nycago.org/Organs/NYC/html/RiversideTheatre.html
Enlargeable version in below link.
http://www.nycago.org/Organs/NYC/html/RiversideTheatre.html
The other Temple was across the street at 125 W. Aurora Street. That address was confirmed on one of the Facebook pages I culled the photo from.
Updated history: Per Raymond Gustafson: “Judy Garland’s father, Frank Gumm, was the manager of the Temple Theater in Ironwood as well as a singer there in 1912 before he moved to Superior where he met his wife and they then moved to Grand Rapids, MN where Judy was born.” Per Craig Allen Lewis: “In 1912, the Temple Theatre was run by W. F. Kelly.” (so before or after Frank Gumm)