I'll bet everyone has at least one
story about the Danbury Drive-In! How about sharing your
drive-in story with us?
I posted a memory in a previous issue and here are a
couple more from other DHS Classmates..
My favorite thing to do -- and this includes my
year-younger sister -- was to play on the playground
directly underneath the giant screen, especially that
crazy and dangerous spinning device, and go for those
awful hamburgers in the cafeteria. That was as important
to us as whatever movie was playing.
As an adult, with my wife, we continued to go
occasionally and used to bring brought the oldest of our
children along when she was very little and the drive-in
was (barely) still operating. We used to park next to my
wife's sister and husband and small son.
Tom Veilluex - Class of 1967
I've got lots of fond drive-in memories related to
explorations of a sexual nature, as I'm sure ALL of us
"boomers" have, but the one that really stands out in my
mind was a night earlier in life when my entire family
packed into a '37 Chevy Coupe (no mean feat for a family
of 6, although my sisters were quite small at the time)
and went to the movies.
We brought our own snacks, but were allowed to buy
ONE soda each at the refreshment stand. Due to the space
limitations inside the vehicle, my brother and I opted
for the front fenders of the old Chev' where we could
not only watch the movie, but the skyfull of aerial
activity above, and the goings and comings of our
neighbors.
I remember the movie as not holding my interest very
well, but the airplanes and constellations and
meteorites of a warm summer night were fascinating.
Suddenly, I noticed what looked like a very bright star
moving VERY slowly across the sky. Far too slow to be a
"shooting star", and much too high, and without the
telltale red flash of an airplane's port wing lamp.
I watched, fascinated, as the object passed the
zenith point and slowly descended toward the horizon.
Then, when it was about fifteen degrees above the trees
it just disappeared. The fledgling Space Agency that was
to grow exponentially into NASA had launched a big mylar
balloon into earth orbit, and was experimenting with
bouncing radar and radio waves off of it for military
and communications purposes. I had observed a passing of
the "ECHO". Anybody else remember it???
Jim Gilbert - Class of 1966
The good old drive-in holds some very special memories
for me and my husband (Gene Bates, Class of '65). That's
where we went on our first date. George Tilbe (Class of
'65) "fixed us up" and he was supposed to go along with
us on a "double date." George's date couldn't go so Gene
and I went off to the drive-in by ourselves and I was
not too happy about being there on a blind date with
someone I didn't know.
Gene picked me up in his dad's old grey Dodge station
wagon with a ram's head on the front, wearing a blue
mohair sweater with his hair slicked back, and I was
ready to bolt. However, as it turned out we had a great
first date, saw "Valley of the Dolls" and by the end of
the date I was sure Gene was the one I wanted to spend
the rest of my life with.
We had many happy and memorable nights at the
drive-in after that. And, both Gene and I remember happy
times at the drive-in with our families before we met.
My mom would always pack some Pepsi's and home made
Italian style sandwiches for us. We'd no sooner park the
car before we'd be begging her for some.
Wish our kids and grandkids knew the joy of being
outside on a summer's night watching movies, swatting
mosquitoes, feeling cozy in our old familiar car, and
just being together.
Carol Pane Bates - Class of 1966
The year was 68 or 69. My then girl friend, Jessie
Ballard and now wife of 35 years were, uh...watching a
movie the name of which I do not recall in my 65
Corvair. I could smell gasoline but didn't really think
anything of it when someone walked by and said there was
gas leaking out of the back of my car. A rubber
connection in the fuel line had broken and gas was
pouring out, good thing we didn't smoke. So we left the
drive in and raced to find an open gas station, remember
when were gas stations actually did repairs instead of
just selling gas and lotto tickets? We made it to an
open service station on White Street before the car blew
up, the car was fixed and we lived happily ever after.
Edward J. Albanetti - Class of 1967
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