I was 12 years old in 1952 and went to work for the Harlem Ave Outdoor Theatre. I worked there for 2 years, 1952 and 1953, quite an education for a young teenager. I was an usher and would direct the cars from the long road where the ticket booth was and ask them to make a hard left, all the way down to the front. Most people didn’t want to go to the front and disobeyed us. It was hot in midsummer and towards the end of the season, it got cold. After the movie was over we’d turn on the bright flood lights located on top of the screen and and chase out the remaining lovers with our WWII Jeep we’d drive that thing over the humps and bumps. The jeep was never turned off. At the end of the evening we had to kill the engine by putting it in first and popping th clutch. We had occasional fights weith young teens, but we had enough ushers in white uniforms to take care of oursevles. I have a photo of the drive in but can’t post it.
I was 12 years old in 1952 and went to work for the Harlem Ave Outdoor Theatre. I worked there for 2 years, 1952 and 1953, quite an education for a young teenager. I was an usher and would direct the cars from the long road where the ticket booth was and ask them to make a hard left, all the way down to the front. Most people didn’t want to go to the front and disobeyed us. It was hot in midsummer and towards the end of the season, it got cold. After the movie was over we’d turn on the bright flood lights located on top of the screen and and chase out the remaining lovers with our WWII Jeep we’d drive that thing over the humps and bumps. The jeep was never turned off. At the end of the evening we had to kill the engine by putting it in first and popping th clutch. We had occasional fights weith young teens, but we had enough ushers in white uniforms to take care of oursevles. I have a photo of the drive in but can’t post it.