The drive-in movies

One of my favorite memories of growing up in the mid-1960s to the late 1970s was going to the drive-in movies. Saturdays after our chores were finished Daddy asked if we wanted to go see a movie at the drive-in. Our answer was yes, yes and yes!
Saturday afternoon couldn’t come soon enough, especially during the long hot summer months. We packed in the car like sardines, and we were on our way.

When we saw the movies that were showing on the entrance sign it excited us even more—double features of dead zombies and spooky-looking creatures. When Daddy paid, we drove around for a spot with a good view and waited for dark. We’d visit the concession stand to buy fries, hamburgers and hot dogs with an ice-cold Coke.

The movie finally lit up on the big screen. It didn’t take long for us to sink down in the car seats. The dead zombies gave us a good scare. Daddy would let us watch at least half of the second movie. It was so groovy getting to go to the drive-in movies.

Donna Triplett, Ferguson

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