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Chapter 2              the outer end of the lamp and clear
           Beware of Indians                glass, not frosted or colored. Colored
                                            globes were not readily available. To
                                            color them, various wide-topped jars of
            My first visit to the theatre was one
                                            colored gelatine were lifted up to each
          night about thirty minutes before
                                            new illuminated globe and the bulb
          interval. Taking me from my pram my
                                            immersed in the liquid. The heat from
          mum handed me to my grandfather
                                            the bulb quickly dried the gelatine,
          who, as usher, was dressed in his dinner
                                            resulting in instant colored lamps.
          suit with the glossy lapels, shirt with
          celluloid collar and black bow tie. He  These jars were on a tray sitting on
          proudly paraded his new grandson to  the top step as you entered the foyer
          all the staff, bouncing me up and down  from the street. Somehow I managed to
          on his shoulders trying to get me to  kick the tray and sent the lot flowing
          smile. Apparently I was not amused,  out down the steps and onto the
          chundering down the front and back of  footpath of Station Street. I learnt a few
          his dinner suit. I managed to get quite a  new words that night…
          bit inside his collar and
          shirt and all over the foyer                                         In this series Peter Ricketts will tell his
          floor.                                                               stories from the working side of the
            Promptly handed back                                               porthole. Peter’s range includes the
          to my mother and sent                                                Broadway Rosebud, the Dromana Drive-
          home in disgrace, I had no                                           In, O’Halloran theatres in  northern Victoria
          idea of the problem I had                                            and the Riverina and management and
          caused. My grandfather                                               projection at the Moe Drive In. Peter’s
          and the foyer stank to high                                          home theatre is the Majestic Moe, well
          heaven.                                                              known to CATHS touring members.
            Within thirty yards
          there were three milk bars                                                Capturing the
          that remained open for the
          interval rush and the             Entrance, Fairfield theatre, scene of a        Magic
          audience was due to come charging out  messy clean up.
          at any moment. My grandfather and the
                                               After that episode, new restrictions  They’re a special breed
          staff went into panic mode. He stripped
                                            were enforced. I was only allowed to  projectionists; that small section of
          down to his singlet and trousers. The
                                            play in the auditorium, where the adults  the population who want to
          projectionist Alf Stewart came racing
                                            believed I couldn’t get into trouble.  understand the magic and then bring
          out of the bio box with the sand filled
                                            One day my grandfather caught me    it to others.
          fire bucket spreading sand all over the
                                            trying to get up onto the stage. He told  Seventy-six year-old Vic Basham
          place. Following him was the ticket
                                            me never go anywhere near there, as  still plys country roads with his wife
          seller trying to scrape up the wet sand
                                            that was where all the dead Indians  in a truck which doubles as a cinema
          with a hearth shovel. The manager  were. Believe me that worked.  ★
          threw water from buckets filled from                                  screen towing his mobile projection
                                                                                equipment behind him. On sports
          the ladies toilet, making the foyer a
                                                                                ovals at tiny wheat belt towns across
          skating rink. Other ushers were trying
                                                                                Western Australia, Vic is bringing the
          to mop up.
            It could be said that I had made an     Don’t Miss                  magic of cinema to people who
          impression on my first appearance at  The Next Exciting               usually only see films on television.
          the Fairfield theatre!                    Episode of:                    He remembers the first time he
            About 1945 I had grown old enough                                   went to the pictures as a child with
                                                                                this mother and was awestruck, not
          to drive my grandfather mad with   Through the Porthole
          constant questions and would follow                                   with the film, but wonderment at
          him everywhere.  He would say “Come  At this CinemaRecord, next issue  how the movement came to the
                                                                                screen. While other patrons were
          on, you can help me (do this or that),”
                                                                                transfixed by the images, Basham
          which was usually passing posters and
                                                                                was looking to the back of the
          day-slips up to him, as he pinned them
                                                                                theatre. “I used to spend more time
          to the billboards out the front and in the
                                                                                looking up the back to see where the
          foyer.
                                                                                light was coming from”, he says.
            One night he was changing blown
                                                                                And so began Vic’s love affair with
          light globes along the edge of the
                                                                                the arc lamps, lenses and reels of the
          theatre verandah. He was up the ladder
                                                                                cinema projector.
          and I had the job of passing the new
                                                                                   The Australian, 1 January
          ones to him. In those days globes were
                                                                                2004.
          a tear-drop shape, with the glass seal at
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