The Hippie

Take a trip back in time to when the picture show was still the best deal in town.

What can 25 cents buy you today? Not much…

But back in my youth it would allow you to travel the world, see famous people up close, make you laugh, cry, scream in horror, or just sit quietly in awe. What am I talking about, you might ask? Well, it was a trip to the Thompson Square Theater, fondly known as the “Hippie.”

Tucked under the elevated trains on Main Street, where the sits today, the Hippie was the place to be on any Saturday afternoon. Before the fire laws forbid such a thing, kids would be forced to double-up on their seats to accommodate the beyond-capacity crowd. The line to get in would go all the way up Woods Street; the house was always packed!

Before the feature films (yes, there would be more than one) they’d show a slew of the latest cartoons such as “Tom & Jerry,” “Casper the Friendly Ghost” and maybe something like the latest episode of “Flash Gordon.” Then, with great fanfare, the main feature would begin. The audience would get quiet, the screen would brighten with vivid colors, the loud music would fill you with excitement, and then (drum roll please)… someone would tap you on the shoulder, usually Bobby Wilson or Mr. Turner, the ushers, to get up and let late arrivals climb over you to the seat in the middle of the row.

If we had any extra money, a trip to the old 5 & 10 would precede our entry to the show to get a sleeve of popcorn as long as my arm for a mere 10 cents. Then, during intermission, we’d spend another dime at the refreshment stand where Florence Higgins would be waiting to help us, smiling and so patient, to get an ice cream cone or some Good & Plenty‘s, Milk Duds or Juju Beads. Boy, were we sitting pretty.

The shows at the Hippie were mostly G-rated. In fact, the Church posted the “Legion of Decency List,” which rated each movie being shown in the area. It was our duty, we were told by the good nuns, to check this list weekly to make sure we were not entering into an occasion of sin by viewing the wrong full length feature.

I remember one time I went to the show on a weekday afternoon with a friend whose name I won’t mention (to protect her dignity), and we saw a less than G-rated movie. It was a war comedy called, “Don’t Go Near the Water,” which depicted servicewomen stationed on a submarine with all the usual hilarious antics you might imagine. We thought it was great! Well, that was until we got to school the next day and our 6th grade nun asked the class what constructive thing we had done with our free time the day before. If I remember correctly, the two of us had to stay after school for several days working on a 500 word essay on the importance of the Legion of Decency.

There were certain things you had to expect as a regular at the Hippie. The boys would sit in the back rows so they could throw popcorn or hard candies at the girls who would usually cry during a particularly sentimental point of the movie. The balcony was reserved for “grown-ups” who I later found out were usually teenagers on dates taking advantage of the darkness to smooch… And, perhaps my most impressionable memory, after sitting for any length of time, your feet would be stuck to the floor due to the enormous amount of discarded gum left by previous viewers; its gooeyness was always enhanced by the unavoidable damp stream of moisture originating in the seats behind you.

Wednesday night was Talent Night. There were usually at least five ambitious and semi-talented individuals with enough nerve to get up on stage and strut their stuff. The winner would be chosen by the volume of audience applause. Wednesday was also dish night. Each week you would be given one piece of a plate setting making you return every week until you would collect the entire set. Free dishes, free talent show and a 25 cent movie—not bad for a night out.

Being the only theatre in town, the Hippie would be transformed into a Broadway stage a few times each year. Minstrel shows, and later, variety shows featuring local talent, would perform to the delight of a full house as a method of fundraising for local churches or organizations. Copied from Hollywood types like Al Jolson, black face “end men” would don tuxedos, play tambourines, spoons or caroches and harmonize the old favorite songs of the 30’s and 40’s. Added to the gaiety, young (and other, not-so-young) “talents” would sing or dance the evening away. It was a great event for the neighborhood, the organization and the talent. Variety shows brought the same atmosphere, minus the blackface.

To the best of my recollection, the Hippie closed in the early 1960’s, bringing the end of another era in the rich historical background of our town. May it live on in our memories forever.


Helen O'Neil August 03, 2011 at 08:52 PM
Kathy, so fantastic. Thank you for writing about the Hippy. No matter when my brothers and sisters get together it seems we always talk about this. I just e-mailed it to every one in my family. So many really funny memories. It seems we spent the whole day there, driving the ushers crazy. Talk about cheap babysitting.
Kathleen Whelan Giordano August 03, 2011 at 09:25 PM
Thanks, Helen. It was a great place to get rid of the kids for a whole afternoon. ;o)
carol whelan August 03, 2011 at 10:17 PM
Who was the usher that we tortured? I remember him trying to keep the kids quiet and the real fresh ones would throw popcorn boxes at the screen. We sure made him earn his money. I believe he had a red uniform which made him a target. Sometimes kids would go up to the balcony to watch the teenagers making out. Sometimes they would throw things on the kids below. No wonder our parents gave us a quarter to rid themselves of us for a couple of hours.
Linda MacDonald August 04, 2011 at 03:26 AM
I saw my first vampire movie there and slept with the blanket up to my neck all summer. I also at jujubes which stuck to your teeth forever, and always shared a seat the place was always packed. Linda MacDonald
BostonMaggie August 04, 2011 at 05:50 AM
They had give-aways and one was carnival glass. My mother still has a bowl. We use it for making tuna. My sister's and I have picked up several co-ordinating pieces over they years in antique & junk shops. But nothing beats the one from the Hippie.
Nancy Hannan August 04, 2011 at 12:10 PM
Kathy, Your recounting of this place in time was so much fun to read. My grandmother was a horror movie fan and she initiated me into the genre watching Black Sunday one Friday night. We sat and watched it twice (of course) for one admission price. After the matinee, waiting for the 2nd showing I won one of those plastic square puzzles - the objective was to put the numbers in their correct sequence. I drove Nana crazy because I wanted to work the puzzle but she wanted to rewatch the movie. It's surreal thinking about the Hippy!
MaryLee Trettenero August 04, 2011 at 12:51 PM
I wish we had that movie house today. Sounds like a wonderful afternoon.
Patty Lynch August 04, 2011 at 02:59 PM
What a wonderful story. My mother-in-law likes to reminisce about times gone by in Charlestown. One of her fondest memories is talking about "The Hippie." I'll read her the story, no doubt she'll enjoy. Thank you.
dorothy sloan August 04, 2011 at 03:34 PM
OMG! what a great article. When we were younger-doubling up for a bb bat candy, later when we were teens checking for friends-male and female, then later flirting (and smooching) in the back rows. All while watching some of the best movies ever made: Casablanca, On the Watefront, Notorious, Gone with the Wind, and many others. Thanks for the memories. Hey how about the Hollywood @ City Sq?
Mary Brock August 04, 2011 at 03:35 PM
My first horror movie! I can still see Dracula in the coffin being plunged in the heart with a stake. The blood oozed in black and white! Then we went home and told our mothers about the only real way you could "kill" a vampire.
Mary Brock August 04, 2011 at 03:36 PM
Surreal for sure. Did this place really exist!? It seems like a dream now.
Mary Brock August 04, 2011 at 03:38 PM
Kathy, Am I remembering correctly that the Hippie was on the other side of Wood St. and not where the library is today? Mary
Mary Brock August 04, 2011 at 03:44 PM
oops, I meant the other side of Green St.
Linda MacDonald August 04, 2011 at 03:48 PM
Wasn't the First National aka the "firsty" the store on the other side of Green? The Hippie was where the library is and Kennedy's butter and egg were on the other side of that.
Kathleen Whelan Giordano August 04, 2011 at 05:26 PM
Thank you all for your comments. I'm so happy that, not only did you enjoy the article, but that it brought back your personal memories of the place. Was there ever a time when we didn't enjoy ourselves there? I doubt it! Again, thanks. Kathy
Boyle O'reilly August 05, 2011 at 12:31 AM
My old man told me when a Saturday matinee cowboy movie such as John Wayne or Gene Autry ended Thompson square would be converted into a wild west shootout with hundreds of kids pretending to be gunslingers, both cowboys and Indians.
Kathleen Whelan Giordano August 05, 2011 at 12:36 AM
Somehow I don't find that hard to believe! :o)
Terry Phelps August 05, 2011 at 01:03 AM
Cookie, Bobby Wilson! So that's who that usher was that we effectionat, no scratch that, that we unmercifully called "Bob the slob." If he had ever worn that red uniform outside the Hippie he would not have made it home alive!
Birdman August 05, 2011 at 02:04 AM
The Hippie Organ lives!!!! Check out this site below and you can even listen to the organ on boobtube, Loop http://home.comcast.net/~phaskell/history.htm
Mr Proposal August 05, 2011 at 01:33 PM
I love reading Cookie's articles I dream of going back in the day and would love to see what Charlestown was like before the housing delevopment was build on Bunker Hill St. I could remember going to City Sq to the cone factory with a shopping bag and getting a bag full of cones for 10 cents. I remember Bond bread when it was torn down with a wrecking ball.Oh the memories Cookie brings back (But she's older & wiser than me) "wink wink"
Kathleen Whelan Giordano August 05, 2011 at 05:57 PM
Thanks, Mr. Proposal. That is the main purpose in my articles - to stir the memories of the reader. We all have our own personal memory of certain places, people, events and so on, and it's my hope that through my words those memories would return and bring a smile to your heart! And, gee, I must be a lot older than you. We got the bag of sugar cones for only a nickle! :o)
Mary Brock August 06, 2011 at 05:42 PM
yes, linda. i believe you are correct. you remember better than i do. it's just that i was soo young! :-)
MaryLee Trettenero August 06, 2011 at 06:44 PM
Kathy - why was the theater called "Hippie"?
Kathleen Whelan Giordano August 06, 2011 at 07:04 PM
I received this information from Carl Zellner, former historian with the Charlestown Historical Society. It give the history of the Hippie: "There is no argument about the location of the Hippie and the Harvard Church. They were both located on the Main Street site between Green and Wood Streets where the Branch Library now stands. The Harvard Church was built on the site about 1817-18 and dedicated in 1819. It was still standing on the site in 1902 when the church was disestablished. Sometime after that, the Thompson Sq. Theater ("Hippie") was established on the site and lasted into the 1960's when it was demolished and replaced by the Branch Library which opened in 1970. My reasoning is that, either the church was demolished and replaced by the Hippie or the church was converted into the Hippie through a remodeling process. My theory is that the church building was still sound and, since it already contained an auditorium, the prime need of a movie theater, it made no sense to tear it down and construct a new theater building. I gravitate to the idea that the theater developer simply removed the wooden steeple, remodeled the front of the church to contain the lobby and refreshment area, and revised the interior by replacing the pews with theater seating, blocking up or covering the windows to darken the interior, and installing a stage, movie screen and projection booth." Thank you, Carl, for this informative insight into the building.
Chuck August 23, 2011 at 12:51 PM
Lexington St; BEFORE Projects. Between Bunker and Medford St. -flickr Charlestown lantern slides-CLICK DETAIL- page 12-slide 8
Cindy Lynch Wolters August 23, 2011 at 04:03 PM
I missed a lot living in Sullivan Sq. In the 50's going to Thompson Sq was like traveling out of state. Funny, Charlestown is only one square mile , as a kid I never went over the other side of the hill.
Cindy Lynch Wolters August 23, 2011 at 04:05 PM
I think I remember you from the Eddies.....are you 60ish now Linda?
Peter Haskell November 29, 2012 at 09:48 PM
Yes, the Hippie organ, a Marr & Colton, still lives and plays, in my house! I originally posted the photo at the beginning of this article, and have one other, but I'd REALLY like to find any photo of the interior!! If you by any chance have one, my address is on the web site. THANKS!!


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