Fast forward to 1975. My dad, SSGT Tim May was the manager then at Berchtesgaden's Watzmann theater and it was great. I thought it was awesome to know what went on behind the scenes of the theater and upstairs in the projection room.
I believe the films came in 8 metal cases and the first thing the guys did, or my dad did sometimes, was run through each film by hand, on hand operated reels, checking for breaks. They would splice them if needed. Then they'd put them back on another machine and rewind them. The projectors themselves had metal rods inside them which produced the arc that made the light that projected the films onto the screen. They'd put the first 2 reels on and switch over when they saw the little circles as was mentioned earlier.
When people started seating, I would start the music . It was an old turn table and I think I wore out Elton John's Goodbye Yellow Brick Rd album. Benny and the Jets was my favorite song at the time. A fun part of the whole theater thing was after we closed and everyone had gone. I would sweep the entire theater and look for things left behind. Of course, it all went into the lost and found but if no one claimed it, depending on what it was, I'd get to keep it. This was the theater where I saw American Graffiti for the first time.
I remember many times standing at the wrought iron fencing looking down the hill and watching the Krumpus march down the street. And hearing someone playing “the entertainer“ on their piano somewhere across the street from the PX.
Thanks you guys for talking this up. My dad has been gone 1 year on Sept. 25th. It's so good to stroll down memory lane to the best years of my life.