This post is part of the 52 Weeks of Writing our Memories challenge by Lorine McGinnis Schulze at Olive Tree Genealogy to write our memories for our future generations.
The first movie I remember seeing was the Wizard of Oz on TV at home. I must have been about three or four years old, because we were still living in the house on Alden Avenue. My mom was watching it, so I watched it with her. I remember that the movie frightened me!
After we moved to the house on White Oak when I was four going on five, I remember going to the Ritz Theater on Patterson Street in downtown Valdosta (it's no longer there) with my mom and my new friend and her mom from across the street. I don't remember exactly which movie we saw, but it was either a Disney animated version of Cinderella or Snow White. At some point during the movie, I started begging my mom to take me home. I think I told her I was sick, but I was actually scared out of my wits because of some of the scenes in the movie! I don't remember now what it was. I guess I was just a scaredy-cat. A lot of things frightened me when I was a kid (dogs, the dark, and what lurked in the closet and under the bed...). When we left the theater, I remember being shocked that it was still daylight outside. It made me feel so disoriented, like I was somewhere else looking on. I also thought that we must be getting home really late and that my dad would be looking for us. I had lost all sense of time and space being in the darkened theater, so I thought it would be nighttime when we walked outside.
I went to the Ritz Theater many times as a kid and as a teenager until the Beverly Theater was built on Bemiss Road. Then I started going there, rarely going to the Ritz anymore. I don't go to the movie theater much anymore. I miss watching movies on the Big Screen!