My big brother took me to the Willard to see Village of the Damned, when I was about 9 years old. It scared the @#% out of me, but I still remember it.
I remember going to the Earl on Saturdays in the early ‘60s. For 50 cents you could see two movies, cartoons and a race (they gave out tickets for the race, which was on film, and if your number won, you got a prize.)
My big brother took me to the Willard to see Village of the Damned, when I was about 9 years old. It scared the @#% out of me, but I still remember it.
I remember going to the Earl on Saturdays in the early ‘60s. For 50 cents you could see two movies, cartoons and a race (they gave out tickets for the race, which was on film, and if your number won, you got a prize.)