Come along as we downsize and decorate our little retirement home in Coastal Maine. Travel back roads with us in our vintage "Casita" and meet amazing people along the way. Join me in the craft room as I learn, create, and repurpose. Follow along with me as I struggle to get fit and lose weight. But, most importantly, laugh with me as I stumble along into "geezerhood". Welcome to Applegate Lane!
Mom and Dad would drop a girlfriend and I off at the old Fine Arts Theatre in their blue and white '59 Chevy Impala. We'd each have 50 cents in our purses: 35 cents for the movie ticket and 15 cents for popcorn.
Fine Arts Theatre, Westport, CT
The boys were really into Davy Crockett, but we probably went to see Disney's Sleeping Beauty or the Shaggy Dog that year. Nobody seemed to worry about "stranger danger" back then and we loved being able to sit by ourselves . . . no parents. (OK . . . maybe a sister sometimes . . .right, Andi?)
By 1961, I was an official "teenager" and clearly remember going to the Saturday matinee with my girlfriend, Kathy, to see Elvis in Blue Hawaii. We spent half of our time waiting for Elvis to sing "Just Can't Help Falling In Love With You" and the other half checking out which "boys" happened to be in the theatre that day and where they were sitting.
When DH and I went to a matinee at our local Cinemagic yesterday, I couldn't help but think about how different going to a movie is now. The old single-screen theatre is gone, replaced by a "multi-plex" with 10 screens, a café, reclining seats and Dolby surround sound. Heck . . . this theatre is so big I couldn't find the boys now if I tried!
And my 50 cents wouldn't go very far either.
$7.50 for a bag of popcorn?
Are they cracked???
I miss those Saturdays at the Fine Arts.
We got the movie (with a newsreel and cartoon), the popcorn, and . . . the anticipation of a boy we "liked" actually talking to one of us. . . . all for 50 cents!
Do you remember going to the Saturday matinee as a kid?