More thoughts on the County Cinema, Bangor. On one side of the cinema,was walled area with an open entrance, where old 35mm film prints were often burned, and as a young boy, I’d rummaged through the charred remains in the hope of finding intact prints. I well remember finding prints of the Laurel and Hardy classic, Chumps at Oxford. Some of these stills, I mounted, and would project them onto my bedroom wall, with my much loved Chad Valley slide projector. Thus began my love of cinematography. Then, some 40 odd years later, I by chance, met the son of the cinema’s projectionist. We had many happy memories to share.
I well remember the County Cinema, Dean Street, Bangor. We lived in nearby Orme Road, and the Saturday Matinees, were a must. Some of my fellow matinee goers were a bit unruly, and every time a villain appeared,they would pelt the screen with ice cream! The county had a resident black cat, and it would often walk across the stage, during performances. Then, in my late teens, I landed a Saturday job in the projection booth, rewinding the films. The entrance to the booth was at the side of the cinema, at street level, now blocked off. Happy days!
More thoughts on the County Cinema, Bangor. On one side of the cinema,was walled area with an open entrance, where old 35mm film prints were often burned, and as a young boy, I’d rummaged through the charred remains in the hope of finding intact prints. I well remember finding prints of the Laurel and Hardy classic, Chumps at Oxford. Some of these stills, I mounted, and would project them onto my bedroom wall, with my much loved Chad Valley slide projector. Thus began my love of cinematography. Then, some 40 odd years later, I by chance, met the son of the cinema’s projectionist. We had many happy memories to share.
I well remember the County Cinema, Dean Street, Bangor. We lived in nearby Orme Road, and the Saturday Matinees, were a must. Some of my fellow matinee goers were a bit unruly, and every time a villain appeared,they would pelt the screen with ice cream! The county had a resident black cat, and it would often walk across the stage, during performances. Then, in my late teens, I landed a Saturday job in the projection booth, rewinding the films. The entrance to the booth was at the side of the cinema, at street level, now blocked off. Happy days!