My grandfather, Max Thomas (I always called him Papa) was the General Manager of the Ben Bolt for many years. I have forwarded this page to my mother, his daughter, Mica Thomas Duncan. I am sure that she can add much more to this page than I can.
I would visit Papa in Chillicothe every summer, spending every night of the week in the balcony of the Ben Bolt eating popcorn and drinking pop. The old projector operator Lee would sometimes allow me into the projector room to watch the movie from there.
Last year I returned to the area to lay Papa to rest. The absence of the old Ben Bolt is akin to a missing front tooth on Washington Street. Does anyone remember my Papa Max Thomas?
My grandfather, Max Thomas (I always called him Papa) was the General Manager of the Ben Bolt for many years. I have forwarded this page to my mother, his daughter, Mica Thomas Duncan. I am sure that she can add much more to this page than I can.
I would visit Papa in Chillicothe every summer, spending every night of the week in the balcony of the Ben Bolt eating popcorn and drinking pop. The old projector operator Lee would sometimes allow me into the projector room to watch the movie from there.
Last year I returned to the area to lay Papa to rest. The absence of the old Ben Bolt is akin to a missing front tooth on Washington Street. Does anyone remember my Papa Max Thomas?