When I was a teenager, we liked to go to the movies in Purcell.
At one time, there were three movie theaters on Main Street. That was before the Canadian Theater and the drive-in theater south of town. One was the McClain Theater. The Dooley Theater was also nice.
I cannot remember the name of the theater my sister and I frequented on Saturday mornings. We went to the movie while our parents were at McElderry’s Grocery purchasing a week’s supply of food to supplement what we grew on our farm and the garden vegetables that Mother canned in her pressure cooker.
Peggy and I would have a dime apiece. We would order colas for a nickel and with our second nickle we could see a B-western, a serial and a cartoon. We loved Krazy Kat.
The serial always left the heroine in a precarious situation. (Yes, such as tied to the railroad tracks.) Somehow, we knew she would be rescued by the hero before the train arrived, but we could hardly wait to see the continuance in the next week’s episode.
Those were the days!