Over the fourth of July I left my bike in the garage and took the truck to one of favorite summer time destinations; the Swan Drive In.
Drive In’s were an integral part of my childhood. I still remember my mom and dad packing the car, getting me and my sister in our jammies, and outfitting us with all the snacks and blankets we could handle in the backseat. It was a fun and affordable way to entertain our family of four. We had two within thirty minutes of our house. They’re both extinct now, but I remember seeing everything from Disney movies, to horror flicks at those wonderful places.
I’m fortunate enough to live within an hour of two remaining drive in’s. The Swan, in Blue Ridge Georgia is our preferred destination. It’s been there since 1955, is still family run, and serves deep fried Oreos (I think you need to sign a waiver).
When my daughters were a few years younger we’d pack them into my pick up, and fill the back with picnic supplies, and a gymnastic mat. When we got to the drive in, we’d pull the truck in backwards, tune the radio to the FM low power broadcast for sound (the speakers on poles are long gone), and eat, and play frisbee, and dance, and wait for the movie to start.
I remember one night when my wife and I were hiding in the cab from the rain, and watching the movie in the mirrors, but my girls and their friends refused to come in. They were blanketed up and packed in like sardines, but they were watching a movie and munching on soggy popcorn – and happy.
Happy birthday, America! Happy times for this gang of friends enjoying a slice of the past.