WOW, Awesome picture. My grandfather’s house was up the street, and to the left of the curve in the picture, was a penny candy store called “Dietz”, where a small brown bag was filled to brim with all our old time favorites (1960’s). The theater was beautiful, with velvet like seats, and small, dim lights, running down the aisle. There was a gorgeous popcorn machine…10 cents…clear glass…put your dime in, pulled out a white, small bag, and down center, a metal lid, you pulled up, then placed your bag (opened up), under a metal lip, I think after you placed the bag first, then the dime, the machine would start, and you would watch this buttery fresh popcorn jump around and go down the chute to your little bag…carefully hoping, not to lose one piece! The machine made this loud grinding noise as it made the popping corns. Everything was just so lavish…and there was one fella, dressed like a fine waiter, with a cap, and a flashlight. Guiding people to their seats, or flashing the light into children who were naughty…like throwing popcorn or candy into the air…once I was escorted out. The last movies I saw was in 1969, West Side Story…and Camelot (year???). These memories are embedded in my heart…my dad and grand mom practically lived there from the 30’s to the 50’s!!! We will never see the grand beauty of the good ole days friends. Those old theaters were architectural marvels. Class with a capital “C”. How I wish I could put my little dime just one more time in that machine, and taste the buttery, warm delight. To all the baby boomers, whose hearts and minds savor their past…Much love and blessings to you all 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿 🎭🎭🎭🎭🎭🎥🎥🎥🎥
WOW, Awesome picture. My grandfather’s house was up the street, and to the left of the curve in the picture, was a penny candy store called “Dietz”, where a small brown bag was filled to brim with all our old time favorites (1960’s). The theater was beautiful, with velvet like seats, and small, dim lights, running down the aisle. There was a gorgeous popcorn machine…10 cents…clear glass…put your dime in, pulled out a white, small bag, and down center, a metal lid, you pulled up, then placed your bag (opened up), under a metal lip, I think after you placed the bag first, then the dime, the machine would start, and you would watch this buttery fresh popcorn jump around and go down the chute to your little bag…carefully hoping, not to lose one piece! The machine made this loud grinding noise as it made the popping corns. Everything was just so lavish…and there was one fella, dressed like a fine waiter, with a cap, and a flashlight. Guiding people to their seats, or flashing the light into children who were naughty…like throwing popcorn or candy into the air…once I was escorted out. The last movies I saw was in 1969, West Side Story…and Camelot (year???). These memories are embedded in my heart…my dad and grand mom practically lived there from the 30’s to the 50’s!!! We will never see the grand beauty of the good ole days friends. Those old theaters were architectural marvels. Class with a capital “C”. How I wish I could put my little dime just one more time in that machine, and taste the buttery, warm delight. To all the baby boomers, whose hearts and minds savor their past…Much love and blessings to you all 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿 🎭🎭🎭🎭🎭🎥🎥🎥🎥