when I was 8 years old; I remember working alongside my father ( later an elder) to build the Huntington Congregation; in Huntington, Long Island NY, USA. This was circa 1964.
It was an elegant building in an upscale residential neighborhood. It was designed and built to fit into the surrounding community. The original building did just that.
It had big windows for lots of light, a big full size bow window and aluminum and glass entry flooded the space with light. The main hall had peck cypress panelling; a separate library with built in seating ( also lots of big windows); the platform was backed by full size draperies which could be drawn back to reveal a chalk board and display boards or a pull down movie screen. There was an upright piano for singing accompanyment. The platform was carpeted and the other floors were a shiny linoleum. The chairs were simple but comfortable folding chairs. It had a high tray ceiling This was a pleasing public space and easily cleaned.
By the time I left in the late 1970s; The all windows and the glass entryway had been bricked in; creating a dark depressing space. The floor was covered with orange shag carpeting throughout; the folding chairs replaced with black plastic premolded stacking chairs ( Halloween, anyone?).
The ceiling had been lowered with a cheap drop in tile and grid system, with cheap florescent lighting ; giving the appearence that you were in someones basement. There was a general feeling of "claustropphbia". Or, maybe it was me ;reacting on a premonition; just wanting OUT.
The draperies behind the platform were removed and replaced with a giant wall mural of some B rate artists perception of what the "new world" was to look like. I vividly remember the colors were pink, beige and green; they did not match the orange.
The piano was traded in for a sound system and records. The traditional peck cypress paneling was painted over.
It had become an undesireable; unwelcoming space. True to form, its appearence represented to me what was "within". How appropriate.