Bag Of Popcorn.

We were living in a small town in Nebraska. I consider it my hometown because we lived there for almost four years.

One of the attractions in this town was that we had a theater. Every Friday a new movie was shown.

If I remember correctly the price of admission for adults was 50 cents. Children had to pay 25 cents. Almost all of the movies were suitable for children to see.

I was 11 years old and working as a pinsetter at the bowling alley. I made good money for a child. (I also paid my taxes and Social Security which was deducted from my check.)

Anyway my little sister (7 years old) and I wanted to go see The Blob. We were told no because it was too scary for us. I had my own money so we pleaded until Mom finally gave in.

She was right. We escaped in the middle of the movie. We went to the bowling alley and had my uncle walk us home.

There was no big snack bar. There was a woman from town who made the popcorn. She had her own big popcorn machine.

She scooped the freshly popped corn into small paper bags. They cost 5 cents. A paper bag large enought for a school lunch was 25 cents. It was the family size.

I miss those days. Especially the prices.