Classmate, Suyze Lawson has shared a great set of pictures that really bring back memories from years gone by. I have to admit there were a couple that I did not recognize. But I do not think it was because I was not old enough. 🙂
This poem was forwarded to me from classmate, Suzye Lawson. She and I thought it would be worth sharing.
1950’s version of an E-Mail
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.
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 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.
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,
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 this note to
someone who will appreciate these memories…
From my cousin – I learned something I did not know before. The video at the link is great!
Most of us have memories of this happening but here is a well put together video of the time.
Although Don McClean only released the song in 1971, for those of us who grew up in the 50’s and 60’s this is a great piece with some very poignant moments in the history of those times. And for those of you who did not, it’s a taste of what you missed! “American Pie” was the name of the plane in which Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and The Big Bopper were killed when it crashed in 1958. I have listened to American Pie for many years and I thought I understood what was being sung but now realize that I didn’t!
However, when the words are put together with pictures and film clips the song takes on a new meaning. It took a lot of thought to produce this and it brings back lots of memories and also makes the lyrics really come alive!
I received this in an email from Suzye Lawson. I found it funny and to some extent somewhat sad.
Lost Words from our childhood:
Mergatroyd! Do you remember that word? Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd? Heavens to Mergatroyd!
The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said, “What the heck is a Jalopy?” He had never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old … But not that old.
Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included: Don’t touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record, and Hung out to dry.
Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker, to straighten up and fly right.
Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!
We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley; and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.
Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.
We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, “Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” Or, “This is a fine kettle of fish!” We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink, and they’re gone. Where have all those great phrases gone?
Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter’s Little Liver Pills are gone too!)
We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging.
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth…
See ya later, alligator! Okidoki.
You’ll notice they left out “Monkey Business”!!!
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50’S … NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN … WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES, CREATED FOR US BY THE “GREATEST GENERATION!”
….OK if crawling under school desks for nuclear attack drills, the Cold War is peaceful and comfortable…..but the cars and the music were keen!
Until next time…
Somehow, I have managed to save all of my class photos we used to get each year beginning in kindergarten through the eighth grade. I went Williams and then Yukon Intermediate. I posted these on Facebook a few weeks ago, and received quite a few comments and valuable information regarding classmates I have long since forgotten.
I know most of you were not in my classes or did not even go to the same schools, but some of you were, at least in some. Even if we did not go to the same grade schools, I thought you may find it interesting to see what some of our LHS Class 1963 classmates looked like as little kids.
I chose to post them here as well, since most of you do not appear to be on Facebook. If I have mangled the spelling of anyone’s name or misidentified someone, please email me the corrections. If you see someone you know, and I did not identify them, please let me know that as well. For those who have seen them on Facebook, I have included corrections and new information regarding the names.
For those of you who have class photos from your grade school, and would like to share them here, you can email them to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Here is the link to the Flickr Album.
Until next time…
We have all seen many of those nostalgic slideshows that remind us of the good old days when things were simpler. Bill Moak, a LHS classmate, posted this on Facebook. It takes us back to those days in a somewhat different manner.
Post a comment and us know what you thought. Did it bring back fond memories?
Looking forward to seeing those of you joining us for our 55-Year Reunion on September 15th.
Until next time.
I took this video with a VHS camcorder at our picnic the day after our 20th Reunion. That was some thirty-five years ago! The quality sucks, but even with that we all looked good AND very young.
I recognize most everyone in the video. There is even a clip or two of some of our kids.
It was fun for me to look at this again.
I ran across this on the Leuzinger High School Facebook Group page. I thought I would post it here in case you missed it or have better things to do than follow Facebook. 🙂
I have to admit that I did not know who Gyasi Zardes was until I read an article about him in this morning’s LA Times.
Since one of my granddaughter, Lucy, plays soccer, I do follow her exploits, and to a lesser extent women’s soccer. But I do not know much about the sport beyond that. I do not follow the local Galaxy MLS team. Additionally, I have never even heard of futsal.
This article introduced me to Gyasi Zardes and the great work he is doing for Hawthorne and kids growing up there. Gyasi went to Leuzinger, staring in both soccer and football.
Reading this article brought back many fond memories of Hawthorne and the surrounding area. I was a coach at Memorial Park for the Hawthorne Parks and Recreation Department during college. I also grow up in Moneta Gardens – an unincorporated part of Hawthorne. Things were different then.
As it turns out, about a week ago I dropped by a life celebration for John Baker, the father of www.cougartown.com. This website is a must place to visit for anyone wanting to relive growing up in the South Bay.
The gathering was held at the Fosters Freeze (yes its still there) near 119th and Hawthorne Blvd. This was the local hangout for Hawthorne High students, where we from Leuzinger tended to gather at A&W – at least I did.
Almost right across Hawthorne is Chips restaurant – one of my favorite places to end a date. Much has changed along the boulevard since the 60s, but these two landmarks have endured.
I never really tire of looking at old photos and videos of what Southern Clifornia and the South Bay looked like fifty-plus years ago. This was not the last time we saw rain, but sometimes it seems like it.
This link to a slew of old photos was emailed me by classmate, Janet Sapp, or CrusinJan as her email handle reads. I thought you might enjoy them as well as I did. Most of the pictures not from the South Bay, but they certainly bring back many memories for me.
Lot of still photos, but worth it, some real gems here all the way to the end.
NOSTALGIA PHOTO GALLERY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA.
If you have some favorite links to old photos and videos you would like to share, include the link in a comment or email it to me.
Until next time…