My 1958 Pontiac Chieftain
Oldies but Goodies...the Boomer Age
Come cruisin' with me down memory lane......
My name is Sherry, and I was born in 1948. I liked those times. I remember those times as peaceful, lazy, and slow. We didn't have color television, or VCRs, or PCs, or microwaves, or CD players, or even cassettes. We didn't have SUVs, or Gameboy, or Playstation. What we DID have was peace. We learned to work a little harder for the things we got, and probably appreciated it more because of that. For every modern convenience, in my mind at least, there is a price. We didn't have Columbine, or bombings, or skyjackings.
Remember the first televisions? Big and bulky, and black and white, and weren't they grand! Remember some of the old shows?" I Love Lucy", "The Honeymooners"," Have Gun Will Travel", "The Rebel", "Ben Casey"? And who could forget "Skye King"?
In comparison, we now have "Friends", "Frasier", "ER", and of course, "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire"? "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" (which I must confess I love), and the newest beat-your-fellow-citizen, "Survivor".
I have often asked people, "If you could go back to those days, would you give up all the microwaves, PCs, big screen television, and CD players?" Most people say no. I say yes. Those were golden, magic, peaceful days, days of innocence and freedom. Not just because we were kids that let our parents worry about tomorrow, but because we felt secure with tomorrow, knowing that it would be much the same as today. We didn't have to worry about students shooting other students, just the occasional scuffle in the halls, or the very rare auto accident from someone taking on Dead Man's Curve.
Remember the music? WLS, KAAY, listening at night, when the signal was clearest, with the covers over your head so your parents wouldn't hear and come yell at you to get to sleep. We were the dawn of Rock and Roll, the forerunners of Rap. I am including links on this page to some really cool midi sites, if you want the real thing, download Napster at your own risk.
Remember the Good Humor Man? Chasing him up the street clutching your money in your hand? The bell on the cart he drove, and those wonderful orange-flavored push- things... And milkmen, and the smell of the A&P? When your shoes didn't cost over a hundred bucks, and you ran the soles off your Keds and then caught hell from your folks because they "weren't made of money"? Penny candy? Black Jack Gum? The fifties were magic, all right.
I turned 12 in 1960. New things were happening, and I was at the age to be impressed very much by it. This was the time of brotherhood and Peace, and for the first time, people began to notice the youth of America. The Age of Aquarius. Peace and love, LSD and pot,Bell bottoms, wild colors and wilder music. Jimi Hendrex. Janis Joplin......and Vietnam.
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