Saturday mornings at The Roxy, Barkerend Road, Bradford were a magical event in the lives of 8 year olds plus in the 1950's.
The film breaking down which it did every week to the sounds of a hundred kids stamping and yelling and booing. It's a wonder the cameran didn't go to an early grave through sheer "stress".....which was never heard of those days. Then you had nervous breakdowns.
Handsome Roy Rogers with his equally handsome horse Trigger made young hearts flutter. Hopalong Cassidy who made us all practice his hopalong walk for the rest of the weekend. I was never a fan of The Three Stooges though. I thought they were too silly to laugh at. Usherettes with their torches if we were noisy who threatened to chuck us out if we didn't shut up.
A memory shared byon Jul 14th, 2010.
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