Good morning, all! I slept shamefully late this morning, but I think it's due to a hibernation gene triggered by the heavy snowfall. I have my Toyland notes to write, laundry, an orchestration class to give later, and an urge to not leave the house. Tomorrow I go to Philadelphia for the Philly Pops, so I need to line up a train schedule, pick my train reading, and hit the bank.
TOD: The Paramount Theatre was this glorious pseudo-Tudor half-timbered monstrosity on Broad Street next to Gohn's Hardware, and I loved it. DR Ginny's husband Richard and I spent many a happy hour through junior high and high school watching movies there. My first memory of it is around 1950 when my Mother took me to CINDERELLA. I was about 4, and have next to no memory of it, although I remember next year's aLICE IN WONDERLAND much better. In the mid-1950s through the mid-1960s every Saturday morning at the Paramount was a kiddie-cartoon day and my brother Tom, my cousins, and I would spend 10 am to 1 pm with a crowd watching cartoons and serials for which we never saw beginnings nor conclusions.
The interior of the Paramount was all mahogany, or some other dark wood, and ochre. The lobby smelled of popcorn, which I miss in today's cineplexes, and the fountain coca cola was ambrosial.