I barely remember the Alvarado, but what I do remember is how broken hearted my father
was when it was demolished in 1970. He had fond memories of it from his youth.
He told me stories of the famous folks who stopped in Albuquerque, stories about all
the New Mexico Native Americans that sold there art and jewelery at the Alvarado,
and stories about the fancy dances that took place there. It was the one place in
Albuquerque where people began their journeys to places far beyond Albuquerque,
including my father's to California in 1945 where he had tank commando training in preparation for D-Day.
The New Alvarado will never replace the original one, but it will help to keep the history of of the Alvarado & the A.T. & S.F. alive.