Friday, April 15, 2011

A Land That Made Me, Me.

Long age 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 learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.

We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
And 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 to many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.
And only in our wildest dream 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 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 never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And airplanes weren't named Jefferson, and Zeppelins were not lead.
And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was our Mary in the Land that made me, Me.

We 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.

Buick's 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 not 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 fifty-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 Maybellien 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.

I was born in the middle 50's but grew up during the 60' and 70's (or maybe I haven't grown up yet).  I can remember one day sitting class during high school,  figuring up how old I would be when I retired and what year that would be.  2020, man that seemed like forever.  A different century.  I couldn't wrap my mind around it back then.  Now that year is approaching with great speed.  I look back at the 50's, 60's and 70's and wish sometimes that things were so complicated.  We could say we were having a gay time, or I am going have coke and not offend anyone.  We didn't have to worry about having the latest and greatest gadgets.   But as I ponder my growing up years, I am very thankful that I have made it to 2011.  I wouldn't give up any of the experiences I have gained.  I look forward to 2020 and all the new things I will experience. 


  1. Great post Cindy. I remember being in elementary school and figuring out what year I would turn 40. I thought it was an eternity away and I would be virtually elderly. Lol
    Thank you for your comment tonight :)

  2. What a great post!!! I laughed my way through this,I have to tell you ,you would make a great poet! You have talent!! Thanks for this one!!! Blessings jane

  3. I remember years ago I thought 30 was old, 40 ancient, 50 half dead and 60 dead, and now at 53 I don't feel "old" (unless I look in the mirror LOL) It is interesting too how much technology has come in just a few short years, who would have imagined when we were 8 or 9 years old what is available to us now!!


  4. I love that poem and you know what, I was sitting in my fifth grade class and the teacher said we would see the year 2000 and I said I wouldn't because I could never be that old. It is scary sometimes isn't it?
    Yeah, when my grand mother turned 50 she seemed ancient.
    Very nice place you have, I will be visiting often.

  5. I feel just like I've walked into a friend's kitchen and sat down for a cup of coffee.