I was exchanging emails with a classmate this morning. He asked me if the kids still "drag Main" in Little Town like we did back in the day. My thoughts then turned to the "Texan Theater".
We actually had a movie theater while growing up in Little Town. The same movie was shown Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights and we sometimes would go all three nights. I know I watched "Star Wars" and "Rocky" every night they were the featured movies. My first movie memory was "Alice in Wonderland". Mama took me to see the movie and we ate popcorn and Junior Mints washed down by a large Coke Icee. My first co-ed movie was "Jaws" and we sat on the very front row. It would've been more fun if the guy sitting next to me would've swapped places with the cute guy (aka CGC). As it was, I ended up with a death grip on the arms of my chair instead of the arm of the cute guy.
My parents would drop us off at the movie theater while they met with other adults for dinner and drinks at the Club Las Lomas. My siblings and I watched movies that I have never heard of since the night I watched it at the theater. I can't even remember what was showing the night of my first real date to the movies. I was so darn nervous about the guy trying to hold my hand or sneak a kiss that I was counting the minutes until the credits started rolling. I guess he got the hint because he didn't even walk me to the door when he took me home. And Mrs. C would walk up and down the aisles with her MagLite looking for kids that were making out. And what was up with the guys always trying to cop a feel when the lights dimmed and the movie started?! Ok, never mind on that one. Teenage hormones.
Remember "Nightmare on Elm Street"? That was the first Freddy Kruger movie. I went to see it with some friends when I was a senior in high school. I had babysitting duty that night so I took Kelli with me. Poor kid -- she was only five years old! She didn't sleep for a week after seeing that movie.
As tradition would have it, Kris and her friends used to hang out at theater. The floors were still sticky with soft drinks and Mrs. C still cruised the aisles until her health begin to fail.
The Texan Theater closed several years ago for reconstruction. It hasn't re-opened and that is a shame because it is a Little Town landmark. The little theater still holds fond memories for me. I can still smell the buttered (REAL BUTTER) popcorn and hear Mrs. C saying "SSHHHH!" as she brandishes her flashlight like a flaming torch.
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I suspect we were there the same night to see Jaws. It was Brenda's birthday and she made us all sit on the front row. I can't swim, so I wasn't going to be getting in the water anyway, but after that film, I wouldn't even get in the bathtub! Just call me shower girl.
I was reliving some of those same memories of The Texan Theater with the folks here at the office just a month or so ago. I, too, think it's a shame it's not open. I just found out recently that some renovations had been done to it after I asked my cuz who owned it, but he said that person must have lost interest in the project because the reno has never been finished. I'm thinking that would be a great retirement gig. Don't you think I'd make a great Mrs.C? Shhhhhhhhhhhhh. Don't answer that.
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