River Lane Outdoor Theatre

Convinced my father to turn our ‘51 Packard in to see “Tarantula” with Leo G. Carroll. Told dad it sounded like an Indian name Tar-An-Tula. I knew what the film was about but wasn’t above trickery to catch a view. Mom kept her hands over her eyes, brother and sister cried and got scared, dad turned off the speaker and when the giant spider descended on the desert town, he hung the thing up and we left. Oh, but what delicious nightmares I dreamt after I laid head to pillow that night!