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Really stretching my old memory bank with this one, When we lived in Glasgow during the 1950s through to 1964, when we later left the city when I was 12yrs, the Odeon was the one I went to mostly with friends to the Saturday morning screenings. The afternoon was mainly for adults, not us, but do remember watching "The Battle Of The River Plate" that's one film, another film I remember was at the Rosevale in Partick "The Wreck Of The Mary Deare" what I remember the most of that film, was the amount of smoke in the cinema due to the heavy smoking folk did back then. But the film that I do remember the most, was when my father took me to see "The Alamo", that film really caught my attention for two reasons. One being that we hardly ever as a family went to the cinema so it was special, and second the contrast on the screen from the drab foggy winter night outside, was quite something.
The Odeon below, its quiet sad to see it that way, photo from the internet, now long gone.
Actually when I think about it, what we have these days in comfort etc is light years ahead of how things were back then., thankfully smoking is banned these days, it was pretty bad.
The Rosevale below
The cinema was just right to this first photo, second photo after it closed in 1965
Oh! here is another of the Odeon in better days.
Getting around Glasgow at night in winter when most nights were heavy in smog in itself was an experience, like waking to primary school in the fog, this photo sums it up how we used it to get across the Clyde to get to a certain cinema where we once lived.
The Odeon below, its quiet sad to see it that way, photo from the internet, now long gone.
Actually when I think about it, what we have these days in comfort etc is light years ahead of how things were back then., thankfully smoking is banned these days, it was pretty bad.
The Rosevale below
The cinema was just right to this first photo, second photo after it closed in 1965
Oh! here is another of the Odeon in better days.
Getting around Glasgow at night in winter when most nights were heavy in smog in itself was an experience, like waking to primary school in the fog, this photo sums it up how we used it to get across the Clyde to get to a certain cinema where we once lived.
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