Jack S. My dad, Irving was the projectionist in the Colonial theater until its closing. He loved his job. He never once said he was going to work. He always said, “I’m going to the movies.” My friends and I got in free every Saturday. My dad would go to the candy stand lady and get us free popcorn. We went up to the balconey and chucked jubies down on the kids below. When the usher told us that the balconey was closed, we politely informed him that we were there with Mr. S. He always left us alone. Boy, did we feel important. I hated climbing up the swirling staircase to the projection booth.
I remember the kids yelling that there was no color when the Wizard of Oz started. I felt bad for my dad with all the yelling, however once Judy Garland opened the door in Oz, everyone quieted down. I visited there in 2004 and the Reverend was quite hospitable. He let me go up those dreaded stairs into the projection booth where I said a few prayers. It brought back tears and thoughts of happier and innocent times.
Please r.s.v.p. if anyone has any photo of the Colonial Theater.
Jack S. My dad, Irving was the projectionist in the Colonial theater until its closing. He loved his job. He never once said he was going to work. He always said, “I’m going to the movies.” My friends and I got in free every Saturday. My dad would go to the candy stand lady and get us free popcorn. We went up to the balconey and chucked jubies down on the kids below. When the usher told us that the balconey was closed, we politely informed him that we were there with Mr. S. He always left us alone. Boy, did we feel important. I hated climbing up the swirling staircase to the projection booth.
I remember the kids yelling that there was no color when the Wizard of Oz started. I felt bad for my dad with all the yelling, however once Judy Garland opened the door in Oz, everyone quieted down. I visited there in 2004 and the Reverend was quite hospitable. He let me go up those dreaded stairs into the projection booth where I said a few prayers. It brought back tears and thoughts of happier and innocent times.
Please r.s.v.p. if anyone has any photo of the Colonial Theater.
Jack S. My dad, Irving was the projectionist in the Colonial theater until its closing. He loved his job. He never once said he was going to work. He always said, “I’m going to the movies.” My friends and I got in free every Saturday. My dad would go to the candy stand lady and get us free popcorn. We went up to the balconey and chucked jubies down on the kids below. When the usher told us that the balconey was closed, we politely informed him that we were there with Mr. S. He always left us alone. Boy, did we feel important. I hated climbing up the swirling staircase to the projection booth.
I remember the kids yelling that there was no color when the Wizard of Oz started. I felt bad for my dad with all the yelling, however once Judy Garland opened the door in Oz, everyone quieted down. I visited there in 2004 and the Reverend was quite hospitable. He let me go up those dreaded stairs into the projection booth where I said a few prayers. It brought back tears and thoughts of happier and innocent times.
Please r.s.v.p. if anyone has any photo of the Colonial Theater.
Jack S. My dad, Irving was the projectionist in the Colonial theater until its closing. He loved his job. He never once said he was going to work. He always said, “I’m going to the movies.” My friends and I got in free every Saturday. My dad would go to the candy stand lady and get us free popcorn. We went up to the balconey and chucked jubies down on the kids below. When the usher told us that the balconey was closed, we politely informed him that we were there with Mr. S. He always left us alone. Boy, did we feel important. I hated climbing up the swirling staircase to the projection booth.
I remember the kids yelling that there was no color when the Wizard of Oz started. I felt bad for my dad with all the yelling, however once Judy Garland opened the door in Oz, everyone quieted down. I visited there in 2004 and the Reverend was quite hospitable. He let me go up those dreaded stairs into the projection booth where I said a few prayers. It brought back tears and thoughts of happier and innocent times.
Please r.s.v.p. if anyone has any photo of the Colonial Theater.
Jack S. My dad, Irving was the projectionist in the Colonial theater until its closing. He loved his job. He never once said he was going to work. He always said, “I’m going to the movies.” My friends and I got in free every Saturday. My dad would go to the candy stand lady and get us free popcorn. We went up to the balconey and chucked jubies down on the kids below. When the usher told us that the balconey was closed, we politely informed him that we were there with Mr. S. He always left us alone. Boy, did we feel important. I hated climbing up the swirling staircase to the projection booth.
I remember the kids yelling that there was no color when the Wizard of Oz started. I felt bad for my dad with all the yelling, however once Judy Garland opened the door in Oz, everyone quieted down. I visited there in 2004 and the Reverend was quite hospitable. He let me go up those dreaded stairs into the projection booth where I said a few prayers. It brought back tears and thoughts of happier and innocent times.
Please r.s.v.p. if anyone has any photo of the Colonial Theater.
Jack S. My dad, Irving was the projectionist in the Colonial theater until its closing. He loved his job. He never once said he was going to work. He always said, “I’m going to the movies.” My friends and I got in free every Saturday. My dad would go to the candy stand lady and get us free popcorn. We went up to the balconey and chucked jubies down on the kids below. When the usher told us that the balconey was closed, we politely informed him that we were there with Mr. S. He always left us alone. Boy, did we feel important. I hated climbing up the swirling staircase to the projection booth.
I remember the kids yelling that there was no color when the Wizard of Oz started. I felt bad for my dad with all the yelling, however once Judy Garland opened the door in Oz, everyone quieted down. I visited there in 2004 and the Reverend was quite hospitable. He let me go up those dreaded stairs into the projection booth where I said a few prayers. It brought back tears and thoughts of happier and innocent times.
Please r.s.v.p. if anyone has any photo of the Colonial Theater.