1950's version of an E-mail

For those who grew up in and around the fifties .... always a fun reminder of how  things were!

 

Worth  a few minutes of your day

1950s  version of an E-Mail

I have no idea  who put this together, but it is  wonderful!!

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,

For Ike  was in the White House in that land where we  were born,

Where navels were for oranges,  and  Peyton Place was  porn.

We learned  to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at  dawn,

We spread our crinolines to dry in  circles on the lawn..

 

We  longed for love and romance, and waited for our  Prince,

And Eddie Fisher married Liz , and no  one's seen him since.

We  danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger  Lee'

And cried for Buddy Holly in  the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls  wore earrings then, and 3 was one too  many,

And only boys wore flat-top cuts,  except for Jean McKinney.

And only  in our wildest dreams did we expect to see

A  boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made  Me, Me.

We fell  for Frankie Avalon , Annette was oh, so  nice,

And when they made a movie, they never  made it twice..

We  didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and  Three,

Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That  Made Me, Me.

Miss  Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a  limp,

And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star  was a chimp.

We had a  Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,

And Oprah  couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made  Me, Me.

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.

We'd  never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be  Dead,

And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson ,  and Zeppelins were not  Led.

And Beatles lived  in gardens then, and Monkees lived in  trees,

Madonna was Mary in the Land That  Made Me, Me.

We'd  never heard of microwaves, or telephones in  cars,

And babies might be bottle-fed, but  they were not grown in  jars.

And  pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant  fancy-free,

And dorms were never co-ed in the  Land That Made Me, Me.

We  hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the  lag,

And microchips were what was left at the  bottom of the bag.

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.

Buicks  came with portholes, and side shows came with  freaks,

And bathing suits came big enough to  cover both your cheeks.

And Coke  came just in bottles, and skirts below the  knee,

And Castro came to power near the Land  That Made Me, Me.

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.

And  middle-aged was 35 and old was  forty-three,

And ancient were our parents in  the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all  things have a season, or so we've heard them  say,

And now instead  of Maybelline we swear by  Retin-A.

They send us invitations to join  AARP,

We've come a long way, baby, from the  Land That Made Me, Me.

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...