blank 07/29/14 10:23AM 50's Nostalgia

Growing Up in the 50's

1950's version of an E-Mail 
 
I have no idea who put this together, but it is wonderful!! 
OLd Days
 
Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,
 
Old Days
 
For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.
 
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We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since.
 
Old Telephone
 
We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee'
And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
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Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.
 
Old Gas Pump
 
And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
Old Days
 
We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice..
 
Drive In from the 50's
 
We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
1950's Milkman
 
Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.
 
Howdy Doody
 
We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,
And Oprah couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
Route 66
 
We had our share of heroes, we never thought they'd go,
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.
For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
A night at the Drive In Movie
 
We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led.
 
Elvis Presley
 
And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
Hamburgers and Shakes, Dancing, Malts
 
We'd never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.
 
Old Days
 
And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never co-Ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
Old Days
 
We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.
 
Old Record Player from the 50's, Every girl had one
 
And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
Sling Shot
 
T-Birds came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.
 
50's Gas Station
 
And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,
And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.
 
Fireflies in a jar
 
We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 

 
There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill
 

 

 
So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines.
And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.
 

 
If you didn't grow up in the fiftys,
You missed the greatest time in history,
Hope you enjoyed this read as much as I did.
If So, PLEASE FORWARD this note to
someone who will appreciate these memories... 

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"Often when you think you are at the end of something, you're at the beginning of something else."
Mr. Rogers
 
 
 

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