... years later / long after the fire was quenched ... the small town theater of my childhood stands in charred silence ... Tootsie still on the marquee
It was finally torn down and replaced with a flower shop and small in-town greenhouse, but it stood for a long time ... such a shame to lose these old theaters.
A rather nostalgic post for me as well, Teresa. I grew up in a small southern town with one tiny movie theater. I'm quite sure that the dreams which have driven my live forward were born in that theater, which was my only portal into the world beyond my provincial surroundings.
Oh I love this. I once went to visit a friend from highschool who still lived in his mother's house when we were 50 years old. Everything was just as it had been way back in the day....strangest thing ever.
A tableau most atmospheric: a building affixed to 1982.
ReplyDeleteThe Marlowe, I had attended movies there since I was probably four years old ... a looong time ago ... :))
Delete"Charred silence." Sad, abandoned, even reproachful, I think.
ReplyDeleteIt was finally torn down and replaced with a flower shop and small in-town greenhouse, but it stood for a long time ... such a shame to lose these old theaters.
DeleteA rather nostalgic post for me as well, Teresa. I grew up in a small southern town with one tiny movie theater. I'm quite sure that the dreams which have driven my live forward were born in that theater, which was my only portal into the world beyond my provincial surroundings.
ReplyDeleteGood morning, George, it's so wonderful to see you ... yes, that theater was a portal for the very same reason ...
DeleteSad to lose the site of so many memories!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is ... would love to walk through its doors again ...
DeleteThe past present memories; memories bring about poetry; poetry pierces life. "charred silence" is a powerful metaphor.
ReplyDeleteThank you ... I appreciate your comments very much ...
DeleteI feel like this about abandoned buildings. Bitter sweet nostalgia. Love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. It's nice to see you again ...
DeleteOh I love this. I once went to visit a friend from highschool who still lived in his mother's house when we were 50 years old. Everything was just as it had been way back in the day....strangest thing ever.
ReplyDeleteTime capsules writ large ... :)
DeleteThanks so much for commenting ...
I'll never forget the first theaters I went to. Alone. Saturday afternoons. Watching the comedians who still speak to me.
ReplyDeleteSome of my earliest memories are set in a movie theater. I don't go as often now, but I still love that quiet moment when the movie is starting ...
DeleteSo glad you visited here and commented. :)