MEMORIES OF THE PALACE CINEMA
MAUD HALL (nee Stones)
As a child I
lived at Pickhill Garth, Aire Street, Knottingley, in a back to back house
that was just over the wall from the Picture Palace and my sister Tessa
and I seemed to live at the pictures.
When it was a
‘U’ rated film we could go in on our own but to see an ‘A’ rated
film we had to pluck up courage and ask a ‘grown up’ to take us in
It was not
unusual for an adult to be accompanied by six or more children! Once
inside we soon dispersed as our tickets were for the cheap, wooden seat
area known as the ‘chicken run’, and so close to the screen a stiff
neck was guaranteed.
So close to
the action were we, we really got into the films. We cheered loudly when
the cavalry came to the rescue and got so frightened by the horror films
of the day we tried to hide under our coats, and also got plenty of laughs
from Abbot and Costello, especially when they met Wolfman, Frankenstein
and the Invisible Man, all in the same film!
Coming out of
the Palace was scary after seeing a horror film, there were no street
lights, lots of bats flying around and when we got home there were usually
‘Jimmy Long-legs’ flitting around the gas lamp casting shadows on the
dimly lit walls, which all added to the fear and excitement.
the Picture Palace when I was young gave me something I have never lost, a
love of the cinema. I am still a regular film goer and enjoy ‘going to
the pictures’ just as much as I did all those years ago.
when the Palace was being ripped apart, I managed to rescue the ‘Usherettes’
wall seat that she used to manage the proceedings from, so I also have a
piece of the Palace to add to the happy childhood memories.
good happy innocent days despite the austerity and you were safe on the
Maud Hall (nee Stones)