In the 50s, my town sported two theaters, the Lincoln and the Capitol. If you had a half dollar (now there's a totally different subject) and a free Saturday, you could experience the double-feature at both - had to be a Western involved and don't forget the great previews of coming attractions and the cartoon!-and grab a cola and either a box of Good 'n Plenty or a sack of hot, buttery popcorn. At both theaters! Four shows, two suicides (a mixture of all the different colas), a big box of candy and a big sack of steamy popcorn for fifty cents.
I was a halfway-down kid. I didn't have the neck strength to sit on the front rows and crane to see big screen a few feet away. Plus, there was always the risk of a Jujube whacking you in the back of your crewcut. The back rows were reserved for the kids who were already into "dating" and cared much more about a double feature in the dark than they did what was playing on the screen. So my spot was a center row, on the end, because sometimes you just had the hankering to get up and move around. Occasionally, and it was rare in the days when behaving was second nature, some kids would get loud or rowdy and be visited by the flashlight-wielding usher who was usually some borderline high school nerd.
The seats were worn and dirty, the floor was sticky, and I can't even start to describe all the smells. Mostly good but an occasional whiff of someone unwashed or lathered to the core with Hi Karate, Jade East, or English Leather.
When I was eight, a ringworm epidemic hit the town and the culprit appeared to be the seat backs. In the winter, kids learned to use their coats and jackets as shields from whatever might be lurking in and on the seats. And once in a blue moon, a 3D movie would pop up - and then there was the famous "13 Ghosts" of 1960 that required a special pair of glasses to see the monsters. But nothing could beat a good, old-fashioned Werewolf, Dracula, or Frankenstein film. I learned to run fast in those days. It was probably no more than a quarter of a mile from the theater to my house - via the side roads and alleys - but I bet I made it in under two minutes flat. Yep, if it was dark after one of those movies, my feet were moving in a blur from the point of going out the theatre double doors until I sprung up the steps of my front porch. Nothing like a good, whole out terror sprint to keep you in shape.
"Summer Place" came to town in the early sixties and you had to be either thirteen or fourteen to get in. Oh my gosh- Sandra Dee-the original teen poster girl, before posters.
Segregation took the form of a white section and a black section. Separate lines with the whites sitting downstairs and the blacks sitting upstairs.
The walk-in was the ultimate first date. And the first suspension of reality before you knew what suspension of reality was. And, ultimately it was a warm-up for the drive-in a few years later. Ah, yes...the drive-in...