1950's ... Thanks Sarah Rapp!

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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 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 upor



live in the fifties, you missed the greatest



time in history, Hope



you enjoyed this read as much as I



did. If



So, PLEASE FORWARD...


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