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  • Drive-in movies in the 1950s

  • It was an era of crazy songs like “One eyed, one horn, flying purple people eater” and “Tan shoes with pink shoe laces.” It was a time when the only thing I worried about was if my heels were high enough, and would my hair look “so so” for the weekend.

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  • It was an era of crazy songs like “One eyed, one horn, flying purple people eater” and “Tan shoes with pink shoe laces.” It was a time when the only thing I worried about was if my heels were high enough, and would my hair look “so so” for the weekend.
    I really preferred indoor movies, because I liked to wear long gloves, big hats and fancy labeled dressed. But here are some adventures I will not forget at the drive-in movies. I had a blind date with a neat guy with a new 58 Chevy Bellaire. He had more money than the rest of my friends. He even showed me his bank account. But he brought back one malt with two straws. This really made a good impression, I thought he was cheap. I later treated both of us to our own coke the same night.
    Some of my drive-in dates were not handsome, I liked their personality, but I loved their car. Another night it was too foggy to see the screen. Both me and my date laughed and joked, and talked so much the couple in the back seat got mad. They didn’t come to watch the move, they were stars-crossed lovers who kissed and embraced. He proposed to her, and she accepted.
    There were cars packed with teenagers, some of them were even inside the trunk. They unloaded and sat outside on the pavement. The last drive-in I went to was with my future husband. It was very cold. The heater provided by the theater didn’t’ work. My fur coat kept us from freezing. Jim brought back a pizza. He gobbled it down, I think I got a bit. Thing’s haven’t changed, the same thing happens today.
    I never wanted to go with a guy with an Olds, a Ford or a Nash. I preferred a Chevy or Mercury. Wouldn’t you guess it, I married Jim , he had an Olds, the car I considered square. Whatever car a person drove, the drive-in was the place to show it. My friends would say, I saw you last night at the 40, you were in the Chevy hardtop. The guys were identified by their cars. One night I sat on the hood of a pink 57 Pontiac. It didn’t damage the car, but I felt it was uncomfortable, and we went back inside.
    Guess what? I never went to the drive-in in a convertible, even though I had friends that had them. Such memories!
     
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