Drive-In Movies and Drive-Up Meals
We didn’t have drive-thru fast food restaurants in the early sixties. What we did have were drive-in movies and drive-up diners.
One of the main differences in these two establishments is that we were allowed to go to the diner, but never the drive-in! Rumors had it, and most were probably true, that the attendees spent a good deal of time necking, and my parent’s daughters were not to go near this den of sin. Mother took it to a bit of extreme, because when we would drive by the theater, we were told to look to the other side. We were not even allowed to glance at the screen during a drive by! Pretty hilarious, when I think about it. When a parent puts that many restrictions on a place, it makes it all the more appealing to adventurous and curious daughters, like the Payne girls.
There was a drive-up diner directly across the street from the drive-in theater. Malcolm’s was one of our favorite places to eat. We often stopped there after church on Sunday night to get a Full House, which was hot tamales and chili, or the best hot dogs in the universe. Malcolm’s had car hops that would come to the car to take your order; later returning to bring a tray full of tissue wrapped food. Daddy would roll down the window about three-fourths of the way, so that the car hop could attach the tray to it. The only thing I had my mind on was sinking my teeth into the hot dog that Daddy passed to the back seat, where Suz, Nene, and I were sitting. Suzanne had other things on her young, nine-year old mind. She spread her napkins in the rear window of the car. She sat on her knees to eat her food out of the car window…while she watched the drive-in movie screen across the street. Mother and Daddy never suspected a thing, and never said a word about it. It didn’t occur to either Nene or me what she was doing, or I’m certain that one of us would have called attention to it. We lived to get each other into trouble.
I didn’t get off quite so easily. One of my dates convinced me that it wouldn’t be bad if he took me to the drive-in movie instead of the walk-in. I really liked this guy, so I agreed. Though we didn’t “neck”, he did kiss me. He did NOT know how to kiss. He latched onto my lips with his teeth! He just about sucked my lips down his windpipe that night. Nothing was noticeable until the next morning. I got up to get ready for church. I couldn’t believe what was glaring back at me from the mirror! My entire mouth was encircled with a huge red ring. My lips were so swollen, you could have wet them and stuck me to a window. I was left shaking in my boots, because I couldn’t think of a good enough story to explain it away.
Judgement was imminent. There was nothing to do but to go straight to mother and pray that she would pave the way before Daddy saw me. I came clean with her, mostly. I did admit to the horrible “kiss” that the guy had given me, but I didn’t tell her I got it at the drive-in, but I will say I never went to the drive-in again without their knowledge. I went out with the guy a couple of more times, but didn’t allow him to put the jaws of life on me again.
I learned from this experience that:
1. We had all been conned by the youngest of the Payne family.
2. That one can weave a web of deception, but it generally comes out over time.
3. That my parents were usually right.
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