In yesterday's Trenton Times there was a pictorial article on the theater in Newtown that is struggling to stay afloat. An era is fast coming to an end. Hollywood will no longer be using 35 millimeter film for their use in theaters, opting for the newer and cleaner "digital" motion picture. Unfortunately the incredibly high cost of digital projecting equipment is a threat to that Newtown theater, as it is to those few surviving small town movie theaters. Reading that article brought me back to the WWII years when my best friend Don Slabicki and I both became infatuated with the silver screen. We were regular visitors to Lou Kozak's "Lou's Home Movies" on Chambers Street in Trenton. Lou was one of the nicest guys a 12 year old boy could ask for. When we told him we were the proud owners of 16MM silent film equipment, and that we were sadly lacking in the green to buy new film, Lou graciously donated scraps of 16mm films from the cutting room floor and from old and discarded movies. How we loved those old "Castle" movies. "News Parade of 1945" and others came into our hands a Christmas and birthday presents, and we viewed the same movie over and over and over. Ahh, just remembering those oh so innocent childhood years brings tears of joy.-
HI TOM...SPEAKING OF LOU'S HOME MOVIES, MY BROTHER LOU WAS CONSTANTLY THERE FOR EQUIPMENT. HE DID HIS OWN DEVELOPMENT AND LOU WAS A BIG HELP IN A LOT OF WAYS. LOU WAS AMONG THE BETTER PEOPLE IN THE TRADE. REGARDS.
- Tuesday, March 20, 2012
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HI TOM...SPEAKING OF LOU'S HOME MOVIES, MY BROTHER LOU WAS CONSANTLY THERE FOR EQUIPMENT. HE DID HIS OWN DEVELOPMENT AND LOU WAS A BIG HELP IN A LOT OF WAYS. LOU WAS AMONG THE BETTER PEOPLE IN THE TRADE. REGARDS.
Home movies reminds me of the 40s and 50s on Franklin St. Neighbor Beansy Gilleo, would rent movies and show the movies in front of the Candy company, across the street from the Case's Pork Roll factory. Saw they had a 3 alarm fire there last week, on the Washington St side. What a treat for us kids to see the movies, out on the street. I remember his brother coming back from Korea, and going to the barber shop on Liberty St, near Franklin, the barber treating Kip wrongly. Even as a kid of 12-13, I was so upset and found a difference place to get my hair cut. Little did I know 10 years later I would be in Korea.
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