1950's version of an E-Mail

1950's version of an E-Mail

I have no idea who put this together, but it is nice.
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,

But those day shaped the lives of the people we would be. 
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 put coins in the juke box to listen to "our song".

And saved up stamps for extras for which we truly longed.

We dreamed of 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.

No male would be caught dead with pants hanging off his butt,

And every magazine from now days, would be considered smutt.

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-two 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, John Wayne, 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. 
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 came 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,
And a man would never ever, wear sandles, "Jesus Shoes",

We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea,

Or prime-time ads for 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 a great 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...