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Going to the Movies in Fly Over Country June 30, 2006

Posted by skinbad in Movies, Personal Experiences.
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The town up the road has a drive in. We went a couple of nights ago to see “Cars”. It doesn’t get dark until about 9:30 this time of year so the youngest two didn’t quite last until the end. Drive ins are kind of fun. They bring back good memories. The movie was pretty good, too.

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The Skinbad Mobile

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The snack bar. The projection room (with holes in the wall) is to the right.

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The two troublemakers who didn’t give me full value on my $3.50 each. 

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1. geoff - June 30, 2006

Cute troublemakers. I miss going to drive ins – we used to go all the time when I was a kid. I’ll have to get my kids out to one – they’d get a kick out of it.

2. Lipstick - June 30, 2006

Oh my. Mom used to take my brother and me to the Silver Drive In. She’d put us in our pajamas for the trip and we’d crash well before the end of the movie and wake up the next morning in bed.

3. Michael - June 30, 2006

Yup, Lipstick, I remember going to the drive-in with my sister and I already in our jammies. It was a great time.

Wait a minute . . . Nancy, is that you?

*Michael drops to his knees and prays to God that has not been flirting with his sister*

4. geoff - June 30, 2006

…to God that has not been flirting with his sister*

Bwahaha, vengeance is mine, Mr. Missing Pronoun!!

Back to drive ins – we had pretty much the same MO. The folks would bundle all four of us up in our pajamas, Dad would make two paper garbage sacks full of popcorn (using the now-antiquated pan-on-the-range method): one for the parents, and one for the kids. At the intermission (remember the cartoons at intermission?) we were supposed to settle down and fall asleep before the adult feature. I’d always feign sleep so I could check out what the grownups were watching.

I remember being 9 and trying to follow The Man With the Golden Arm, without really grasping that drug use was involved (I don’t know why that movie was playing in the late 60s, but there you go). Of course it’s a little more challenging to followwhen you have to duck down every so often to avoid being caught…

5. BrewFan - June 30, 2006

I remember seeing “How the West Was Won” at the drive-in as a young tike here in Wisconsin. Then, when I was a young teen, my dad moved us to Florida and I spent many, many weekends at the Lakeshore Drive-In in Margate, Florida with my friends (underage) drinking beer and making out. Good times.

6. Dave in Texas - June 30, 2006

We (me and my oldest younger sister) watched Goldfinger from the back of our parents’ station wagon, munching on Kentucky Fried Chicken.

In high school I watch The Texas Chainsaw Massacre at the Rebel Twin in Carrollton Texas. Double feature.. the second flick was some stupid horror pic called Torso where the killer used a bow saw on his victims. Dumbest damn thing I ever saw.

Except for Out of Africa. That was way dumber.

7. Dave in Texas - June 30, 2006

watched

8. BrewFan - June 30, 2006

I remember we went to watch some flick (I think it was) called ‘Helga’. It was like a documentary about this ladie’s pregnency but we all heard it showed her pooter so we had to see it. Well, it showed her pooter alright but there was a baby coming out of it! Rip off!

9. BrewFan - June 30, 2006

me no type nor spell good with bad grammer when drinking the Champagne of Beers.

10. Dave in Texas - June 30, 2006

oh my dear God when we were going to those child birth classes 21 years ago they showed us a movie of some woman I DID NOT EVEN KNOW having a baby!

ga-ross me out.

11. Michael - June 30, 2006

Gotta admit, though, I’m glad my kids were born in the 80s when it suddenly became acceptable for men to be involved in the birthing process. It was an unforgettable experience both times.

12. jayne - July 1, 2006

Skinbad,
Your children are so sweet but I have a question. Every picture you show has such beautiful skies and background. Do you ever just take it for granted? In Mich we (my kids and I) sometimes pretend the fluffy clouds are mountains-I know, very lame-but I can’t imagine how great it would be to always see mountains everywhere. I don’t think people realize how pretty Idaho and Utah are. Thanks for the photos.

13. blogidaho - July 1, 2006

Jayne, you’re correct, we have some great Sunrises and Sunsets in Idaho.

Scroll down in the archives for the Sunset Shootout between me and Mrs. G.

14. jayne - July 1, 2006

Wow-I always go to your site, but somehow I had never seen those photos. They are so beautiful My favorite is the top one. I love the colors. Idaho is so beautiful. We have lots and lots and lots of lakes here, but I love mountains.

15. Mrs. Michael - July 1, 2006

Thanks for sharing your photos, Skinbad. I have been reminiscing with family about summer time and drive-in movies (in the fifties). I loved going. My folks would bring lawn chairs to put in front of the car — because it was cooler than the hot back-seat.

I hated wearing pajamas because I would get laughed at when I had to go to the restroom. I got my mom to allow me to wear shorts and a t-shirt as long as I didn’t complain about sleeping in them when I got home. (Good decision, Mom! — You were cool!)

We made a gallon of Koolaid and popped popcorn on the stove in a pot and then poured tons of it into double-lined paper grocery bags to help soak up all the butter.

When the adult movie came on, we had to get in the back of the station wagon and fall asleep. If we were caught lifting up our heads to watch the movie, we were scolded. That was my folks version of “parental control” — and it worked!

16. Dave in Texas - July 1, 2006

I’m glad my kids were born in the 80s when it suddenly became acceptable for men to be involved in the birthing process.

Oh screw that. I never felt more useless in my life. Give me waiting rooms and chain smoking any day. Better yet, ship em off to maternity hospitals like they did 80 years ago… keep em for a week and then call me when it’s time to pick up my wife and kid. THAT’S how they should do it.

I was such a moron when our first was born I took 27 pictures using a camera that had no film in it.

17. geoff - July 1, 2006

Give me waiting rooms and chain smoking any day.

Yeah, I was terrified of having to go through this whole labor thing, rather than pacing in the waiting room (I’ve got a natural talent for pacing). The fates intervened and we had C-sections both times, so I didn’t get to pace, but I didn’t have to look behind the operating curtain, either.

I’d call that the power of prayer.

18. Michael - July 1, 2006

I never felt more useless in my life.

Not me, especially with our first. Mrs. Michael had a prolonged on-and-off labor. We started with an OB-GYN we didn’t know because our regular doctor was returning from out of town. I remember this woman walking in and heading straight to Mrs. Michael’s IV line with a needle. Mrs. Michael was exhausted and was not paying attention at the time. This doctor hadn’t cleared any drugs with me so I stopped her and asked her what it was. She said Pitocin. I knew that this was a drug which induces labor, and which was hugely overused by OB/GYNs at the time.

I’ll spare you the gory details, but I had done enough reading to know that many doctors use Pitocin during an extended labor to “prime the pump” largely for their own convenience, so they don’t miss a tee time or something. Never mind that the consequences for the woman can be very bad, and sometimes even cause permanent damage, especially if the woman is not sufficiently dilated.

I chased her out of the room. She was pretty pissed that I had challenged her authority and was making the medical decisions myself.

A nurse came up to me a few minutes later and quietly thanked me. She told me she had seen women get torn up by that drug, but of course she couldn’t say anything to question a doctor’s decision.

Eventually Mrs. Michael went into normal labor when her body was ready (and our regular doctor was back), and she and the baby were fine. To this day, Mrs. Michael is grateful that I was paying attention and stopped that doctor from putting the needle in the IV tube.

19. skinbad - July 1, 2006

Jayne, I do love the mountains and don’t think I take them for granted. I mentioned awhile ago in another thread that I was an LDS missionary in the Toronto area way back when. I think I was lost for about the first month. My geographical references are easy here, and if they’re taken away I get discombobulated. The mountains east of me are very close and I spend many an evening watching them light up in reds and oranges as the sun goes down on the other side of the valley. We’re big fans of moon rises as well.

Our mountains do have problems though. A bark beetle infestation has killed thousands and thousands of acres of spruce trees. Someday there is going to be one hell of a fire up there. Environmental regs. keep a lot of it from being harvested as well.

My brother brings his girlfriend from the Netherlands to Utah every year or so and says she sometimes gets a little freaked out, especially as you get farther south into the more wide open and desolate stretches. Our little community college recruits quite a bit for ESL students from Japan and China. Sometimes they come into the library with their teachers for an orientation session and I ask them where they’re from and they’ll tell me Tokyo or Hong Kong and I just can’t imagine what they must be thinking of where they are compared to where they’ve come from.

Mrs. M., the double lined paper grocery bags for popcorn must have been part of a universal parenting skill set.


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