The wonderful 5os

[conbrio]

This was an e-mail sent to me thought some of you old farts would like it as much as I did.

    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, 

       We  longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince, 
    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. 
            cid:8D1EB67284B841B48F8090D4613B3E83@SandiPC
    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. 

    T-Birds  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 fifties, 
    You missed the greatest time in  history,
    Hope  you enjoyed this  read as much as I did.
    If  So,

[starrmtn001]

This was an e-mail sent to me thought some of you old farts would like it as much as I did.

    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, 

       We  longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince, 
    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. 
            cid:8D1EB67284B841B48F8090D4613B3E83@SandiPC
    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. 

    T-Birds  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 fifties, 
    You missed the greatest time in  history,
    Hope  you enjoyed this  read as much as I did.
    If  So,

This is SOOOOOO AWESOME!  Thank you for sharing it man.    (sshhhh . . . I'm stealing it.  Heh heh heh).

[conbrio]

Be my guest man, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times ... and so on. but seriously, it was a great time to grow up. I remember if we saw a cop, we ran even though we were doing nothing wrong, R*E*S*P*E*C*T... Aretha