Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Fwd: 1950's Email





    1950's 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 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.

For youth was  still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was foreverin  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 fiftys,
You missed the  greatest time in history,
Hope you enjoyedthis read as much as I  did.
         If So, PLEASE FORWARD to someone who will  appreciate...
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