I grew up a few blocks from the Roosevelt and saw my first James Bond and Jerry Lewis films there. It was close enough that my mother would let us go alone to Saturday matinees; she was happy to get us out of the house for a few hours.
My mother never let us buy popcorn or soda at the theater because it was so expensive. She’d give us some cookies to take along in our pockets. I envied the children with popcorn and big iced sodas.
In 1963 I went with my sister and some young friends to see PT-109 at a 4:30 p.m. Saturday showing. The ticket-seller warned us that all children unaccompanied by someone at least twelve years old had to leave at 6:00 p.m.; we didn’t really understand what he meant, and bought the tickets. Promptly at 6, while the film was still in progress, an usher went up and down the aisles, kicking out unaccompanied children. My friends and I scrambled, and each of us sat next to an adult, so we escaped the 6 p.m. purge. I remember it as quite an exciting adventure.
I grew up a few blocks from the Roosevelt and saw my first James Bond and Jerry Lewis films there. It was close enough that my mother would let us go alone to Saturday matinees; she was happy to get us out of the house for a few hours.
My mother never let us buy popcorn or soda at the theater because it was so expensive. She’d give us some cookies to take along in our pockets. I envied the children with popcorn and big iced sodas.
In 1963 I went with my sister and some young friends to see PT-109 at a 4:30 p.m. Saturday showing. The ticket-seller warned us that all children unaccompanied by someone at least twelve years old had to leave at 6:00 p.m.; we didn’t really understand what he meant, and bought the tickets. Promptly at 6, while the film was still in progress, an usher went up and down the aisles, kicking out unaccompanied children. My friends and I scrambled, and each of us sat next to an adult, so we escaped the 6 p.m. purge. I remember it as quite an exciting adventure.