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50's Memories
Do you remember the '50s? The time of rock and roll, flat top haircuts, souped-up Model T's, huge fins on cars, sipping malts at the drug store with your best friend,....?
Check out this web site to revive your memories of cars in the '50s
Check out Bill Haley and the Comets at the bottom of the gallery.
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Ottawa Jr. High School
Photo by J. B. Muecke .
Held in private collection of Morgan Williams .
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Photograph of Ottawa Junior High School -- Early 1950's Cars On Main Street
Across the Street From the School
Cars are: Left to Right
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Position
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Make
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Year
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Comments
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1
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Extreme left, partially hidden
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Buick
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1949 (?)
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Has 'toothy' grill on front -- probably 1949
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2
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Light color
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Chevrolet
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1949 - 51 (?)
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2 door sedan
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3
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Medium color
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Ford
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1951
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4 door sedan
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4
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Dark color
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Ford
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1936
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2 door sedan, disc-like hubcaps
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This Is A Special Record
by Rosemary Clooney and Mitch Miller's Orchestra
Play it on any standard "78 RPM" photograph machine and take Rosemary's advice for Christmas enjoyment and year-round satisfaction.
Here's your chance to get in tune with the deal of a lifetime which I can get for you. See and drive the '56 Ford too. Your whole family will love Ford's Thunderbird Power and Styling and you can travel all the New Year with Ford's new Lifeguard Design.
Why don't you come in now for the buy of your life!
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The above information is found on the backside of an advertising postcard/78 RPM record distributed by the Ford Motor Company in the fall of 1955. On the front side is a color photograph of the new '56 Ford, Rosemary Clooney and Santa Claus. There is also a hole in the center of the postcard and a 78 RPM record on the face of the postcard that can actually be played.
An "AURAVISION" Production by Columbia Records New York 19, NY
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50 Songs From 50 Years Ago
Washington Post's Ken Ringle picks the favorite songs of his high school years.
[1] Pledging My Love, Johnny Ace
[2] Twilight Time, The Platters
[3] Come Go With Me, The Dell Vikings
[4] Whole Lotta Shakin' Going On, Jerry Lee Lewis
[5] In the Still of the Night, The Five Satins
[6] Work With Me Annie, Hank Ballard the Midnighters
[7] Annie Had a Baby, Hank Ballard
[8] In This Whole, Wide World, The Four Freshmen
[9] Sh-Boom, The Crew Cuts
[10] Hey Miss Fannie, The Clovers
[11] The Glory of Love, The Five Keys
[12] The Wheel of Fortune, The Cardinals
[13] Searchin', The Coasters
[14] Little Darlin', The Diamonds
[15] Crying in the Chapel, The Orioles
[16] It Should've Been Me, Ray Charles
[17] Young Love, Sonny James
[18] Lawdy Miss Clawdy, Lloyd Price
[19] Love Letters in the Sand, Pat Boone
[20] (Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear, Elvis Presley
[21] Ain't That a Shame, Fats Domino
[22] Sixty Minute Man, The Dominoes
[23] Teach Me Tonight, Brenda Lee
[24] Eyesight to the Blind, The Larks
[25] Tears on My Pillow, Little Anthony and the Imperials
[26] Love Is Strange, Mickey & Sylvia
[27] The Great Pretender, The Platters
[28] Money Honey, The Drifters
[29] Silhouettes, The Rays
[30] Why Do Fools, Fall in Love, Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers
[31] I Got a Woman, Ray Charles
[32] P.S. I Love You, The Hilltoppers
[33] No, Not Much!, The Four Lads
[34] Earth Angel (Will You Be Mine), The Penguins
[35] Ting-a-Ling, The Clovers
[36] (You've Got) The Magic Touch, The Platters
[37] Yakety Yak, The Coasters
[38] Love Is a Many- Splendored Thing, The Four Lads
[39] Chances Are, Johnny Mathis
[40] Let the Good Times Roll, Shirley & Lee
[41] Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, The Platters
[42] Hearts of Stone, The Fontane Sisters
[43] Shake, Rattle and Roll, Joe Turner
[44] You Send Me, Sam Cooke
[45] Get a Job, The Silhouettes
[46] Devil or Angel, The Clovers
[47] Sweet Little Sixteen, Chuck Berry
[48] My Prayer, The Platters
[49] One Mint Julep, The Clovers
[50] Speedo, The Cadillacs
Link: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/08/03/AR2007080300479.html
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Memories Of Our Youth!
Mom was at home when the kids got home from school; when nobody owned a purebred dog; when a quarter was a decent allowance, and another quarter a huge bonus; when you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny; when all of your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done and wore high heels; when you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked and gas pumped without asking, all for free, every time, and, you didn't pay for air, and, you got trading stamps to boot.
When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents; when the worst thing you could do at school was smoke in the bathrooms, flunk a test or chew gum; when a 57 Chevy was everyone's dream car, to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races; and people went steady and girls wore a class ring with an inch of wrapped yarn so it would fit her finger. And no one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked. Remember lying on your back on the grass with your friends and saying things like "That cloud looks like a ... "
Remember playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game because baseball was not a psychological group learning experience, it was a game.
Remember when stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger. And with all our progress, don't you wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace and share it with the children of today. Remember when being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we all survived because their love was greater than the threat.
Go back with me! for a minute.... Before the Internet or the MAC...before semi automatics and crack ... before SEGA or Super Nintendo...Way back ... I'm talking about hide and go seek at dusk, red light, green light, kick the can, playing kickball & dodge ball until your porch light came on ...and mother may I? Red rover, hula hoops, roller skating to music, running through the sprinkler... And... Catching lightning bugs in a jar; Christmas morning; your first day of school; bedtime prayers and goodnight kisses; climbing trees; getting an ice cream off the ice cream truck; a million mosquito bites and sticky fingers; jumping on the bed; pillow fights; running till you were out of breath laughing so hard your stomach hurt; being tired from playing; your first rush...remember that?
I'm not finished yet.... Kool-Aid was the drink of summer; toting your friends on your handle bars; wearing your new shoes on the first day of school and class field trips. Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that! There's nothing like the good old days. They were good then, and they're good now when we think about them.
Share some of these thoughts with a friend who can relate, then share it with someone that missed out on them. I want to go back to the time when...... Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo" and mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do it over!" "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest; money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly;" catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening; and it wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends. Being old referred to anyone over 20 and the worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better; it was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park; getting a foot of snow was a dream come true; abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare;" Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles; the worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team! Water balloons were the ultimate weapon; and older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!!
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Remember Any Of These?
Put your thinking cap on and don't cheat. . . Write your answers on a piece of paper and check the answers at the end,
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1. In the 1940's, where were automobile headlight dimmer switches located?
a. On the floor shift knob
b. On the floor board, to the left of the clutch
c. Next to the horn
2. The bottle top of a Royal Crown Cola bottle had holes in it. For what was it used?
a. Capture lightning bugs
b. To sprinkle clothes before ironing
c. Large salt shaker
3. Why was having milk delivered a problem in northern winters?
a. Cows got cold and wouldn't produce milk
b. Ice on highways forced delivery by dog sled
c. Milkmen left deliveries outside of front doors and milk would freeze, expanding and pushing up the cardboard bottle top.
4. What was the popular chewing gum named for a game of chance?
a. Blackjack
b. Gin
c. Craps
5. What method did women use to look as if they were wearing stockings when none were available due to rationing during W. W. II?
a. Suntan
b. Leg painting
c. Wearing slacks
6. What postwar car turned automotive design on its ear when you couldn't tell whether it was coming or going?
a. Studebaker
b. Nash Metro
c. Tucker
7. Which was a popular candy when you were a kid?
a. Strips of dried peanut butter
b. Chocolate licorice bars
c. Wax coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside
8. How was Butch wax used?
a. To stiffen a flat-top haircut so it stood up
b. To make floors shiny and prevent scuffing
c. On the wheels of roller skates to prevent rust
9. Before inline skates, how did you keep your roller skates attached to your shoes?
a. With clamps, tightened by a skate key
b. Woven straps that crossed the foot
c. Long pieces of twine
10. As a kid, what was considered the best way to reach a decision?
a. Consider all the facts
b. Ask Mom
c. Eeny-meeny-miney-mo
11. What was the most dreaded disease in the 1940's?
a. Smallpox
b. AIDS
c. Polio
12. "I'll be down to get you in a ________, Honey"
a. SUV
b. Taxi
c. Streetcar
13. What was the name of Caroline Kennedy's pet pony?
a. Old Blue
b. Paint
c. Macaroni
14. What was a Duck-and-Cover Drill?
a. Part of the game of hide and seek
b. What you did when your mom called you in to do chores
c. Hiding under your desk, and covering your head with your arms in an A-bomb drill
15. What was the name of the Indian Princess on the Howdy Doody show?
a. Princess Summerfallwinterspring P
b. Princess Sacajewea
c. Princess Moonshadow
16. What did all the really savvy students do when mimeographed tests were handed out in school?
a. Immediately sniffed the purple ink, as this was believed to get you high.
b. Made paper airplanes to see who could sail theirs out the window
c. Wrote another pupil's name on the top, to avoid your failure
17. Why did your mom shop in stores that gave Green Stamps with purchases?
a. To keep you out of mischief by licking the backs, which tasted like bubble gum.
b. They could be put in special books and redeemed for various household items.
c. They were given to the kids to be used as stick-on tattoos.
18. Praise the Lord, and pass the _________?
a. Meatballs
b. Dames
c. Ammunition
19. What was the name of the singing group that made the song "Cabdriver" a hit?
a. The Ink Spots
b. The Supremes
c. The Esquires
20. Who left his heart in San Francisco?
a. Tony Bennett
b. Zavier Cugat
c. George Gershwin
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ANSWERS:
1. b) On the floor, to the left of the clutch. Hand controls, popular in Europe, took till the late '60s to catch on.
2. b) To sprinkle clothes before ironing. Who had a steam iron?
3. c) Cold weather caused the milk to freeze and expand, popping the bottle top.
4. a) Blackjack Gum.
5. b) Special makeup was applied, followed by drawing a seam down the back of the leg with eyebrow pencil.
6. a) 1946 Studebaker.
7. c) Wax coke bottles containing super-sweet colored water.
8. a) Wax for your flat top (butch) haircut.
9. a) With clamps, tightened by a skate key, which you wore on a shoestring around your neck.
10. c) Eeny-meeny-miney-mo.
11. c) Polio. In beginning of August, swimming pools were closed, movies and other public gathering places were closed to try to prevent the spread of the disease.
12. b) Taxi. Better be ready by half-past eight!
13. c) Macaroni.
14. c) Hiding under your desk, and covering your head with your arms in an A-bomb drill.
15. a) Princess Summerfallwinterspring. She was another puppet.
16. a) Immediately sniffed the purple ink to get a high.
17. b) Put in a special stamp book, they could be traded for household items at the Green Stamp store.
18. c) Ammunition, and we'll all be free.
19. a) The all male, all black group: The Inkspots.
20. a) Tony Bennett, and he sounds just as good today.
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SCORING:
17- 20 correct: You are not only older than dirt, but obviously gifted with mind bloat. Now if you could only find your glasses.
12 -16 correct: Not quite dirt yet, but your mind is definitely muddy.
0 -11 correct: You are a sad excuse for a geezer or you are younger than springtime!
"In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments -- there are only consequences. "
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Do you remember when:
 all the girls had ugly gym uniforms?
 it took five minutes for the TV warm up?
 nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home from school?
 nobody owned a purebred dog?
 when a quarter was a decent allowance?
 you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?
 your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?
 all your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done every day and wore high heels?
 you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time? And you didn't pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot?
 laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box?
 it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?
 they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed . . .and they did?
 when a 57 Chevy was everyone's dream car...to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady?
 no one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?
 lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like "That cloud looks like a .", and playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?
 stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?
 And with all our progress...........don't you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace............and share it with the children of today?
 when being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home? Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.
Do you still remember Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Laurel and Hardy, Howdy Dowdy and the Peanut Gallery, the Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Nellie Bell, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk. As well as summers filled with bike rides, baseball games, bowling and visits to the pool, ............ and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.
Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, "Yeah, I remember that"?
If you remember what a double dog dare is, read on. And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.
How many of these do you remember?
 Candy cigarettes
 Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside
 Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
 Coffee shops with tableside jukeboxes
 Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum
 Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
 Party lines
 Newsreels before the movie
 P.F. Fliers
 Telephone numbers with a word prefix....(Raymond 4-601).
 Peashooters
 Howdy Dowdy
 45 RPM records
 Green Stamps
 Hi-Fi's
 Metal ice cubes trays with levers
 Mimeograph paper
 Beanie and Cecil
 Roller-skate keys
 Cork pop guns
 Drive ins
 Studebakers
 Washtub wringers
 The Fuller Brush Man
 Reel-To-Reel tape recorders
 Tinkertoys
 Erector Sets
 The Fort Apache Play Set
 Lincoln Logs
 15 cent McDonald hamburgers
 5 cent packs of baseball cards..........with that awful pink slab of bubble gum
 Penny candy
 35 cent a gallon gasoline
 Jiffy Pop popcorn
Do you remember a time when...........
 Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-moe"?
 Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "Do Over!"?
 "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest?
 Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening?
 It wasn't odd to have two or three "Best Friends"?
 The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "cooties"?
 Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot?
 A foot of snow was a dream come true?
 Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute commercials for action figures?
 "Oly-oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense?
 Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?
 The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team?
 War was a card game?
 Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?
 Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin?
 Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived!!!!!!!
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Comments made in 1957
REMEMBER 1957?
I know some of you are not old enough to remember, but this was put together in a great way. I hope you enjoy it.
Remember this?
These farsighted comments were made in the year 1957:
"I'll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, it's going to be impossible to buy a week's groceries for $20."
"Have you seen the new cars coming out next year? It won't be long before $2000 will only buy a used one."
"If cigarettes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit. A quarter a pack is ridiculous."
"Did you hear the post office is thinking about charging a dime just to mail a letter?"
"If they raise the minimum wage to $1, nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store."
"When I first started driving, who would have thought gas would someday cost 29 cents a gallon. Guess we'd be better off leaving the car in the garage."
"Kids today are impossible. Those duck tail hair cuts make it impossible to stay groomed. Next thing you know, boys will be wearing their hair as long as the girls."
"I'm afraid to send my kids to the movies any more. Ever since they let Clark Gable get by with saying 'damn' in 'Gone With The Wind,' it seems every new movie has either "hell" or "damn" in it.
"I read the other day where some scientist thinks it's possible to put a man on the moon by the end of the century. They even have some fellows they call astronauts preparing for it down in Texas."
"Did you see where some baseball player just signed a contract for $75,000 a year just to play ball? It wouldn't surprise me if someday they'll be making more than the president."
"I never thought I'd see the day all our kitchen appliances would be electric. They are even making electric typewriters now."
"It's too bad things are so tough nowadays. I see where a few married women are having to work to make ends meet."
"It won't be long before young couples are going to have to hire someone to watch their kids so they can both work."
"Marriage doesn't mean a thing any more; those Hollywood stars seem to be getting divorced at the drop of a hat."
"I'm just afraid the Volkswagen car is going to open the door to a whole lot of foreign business."
"Thank goodness I won't live to see the day when the Government takes half our income in taxes. I sometimes wonder if we are electing the best people to congress."
"The drive-in restaurant is convenient in nice weather, but I seriously doubt they will ever catch on."
"There is no sense going to Lincoln or Omaha anymore for a weekend. It costs nearly $15 a night to stay in a hotel."
"No one can afford to be sick any more; $35 a day in the hospital is too rich for my blood."
"If they think I'll pay 50 cents for a hair cut, forget it."
May your troubles be less, your blessings more, and nothing but happiness comes through your door!
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1957, A YEAR THAT CHANGED AMERICA
The Pill, Sputnik, Dr. Seuss, Little Rock, The Edsel, and More
U.S. News & World Report, Special Double Issue
New York, New York, August 13-20, 2007
Every decade, it seems, contains a single year that epitomizes its era. During the depression, it was 1933, a period marked by bank failures, unemployment lines, and the Dust Bowl.
In the Fifties, it was 1957, the year of the pill, Sputnik, Dr. Seuss, Little Rock, The Edsel and more.
In the 1960s, the iconic year was 1968: the Tet Offensive, protests in Chicago, the assassinations of Robert Kennedy and the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.
And so it is that a single year can describe another momentous time in American history, a decade that in some ways was as revolutionary as the turbulent one that followed.
In the 1950's, Americans had never been happier. They had steady paychecks, intact families, and, more and more often, two cars in a new garage. The Soviet's launch of Sputnik caught the country off guard, setting off the space race. Growing racial tensions hit their ugly peak in Little Rock, Ark., and the stirrings of a different kind of rebellion accompanies the limited introduction of the birth control pill. Modernity was creeping in: Jack Kerouac created a sensation with “On The Road,” the behemoth Edsel was born (and later died), and a former adman named Dr. Seuss revolutionized the way kids learned to read.
Remarkable, it all happened in 1957. Have a century later, U.S. News takes a look back at this seminal year. It's a year that, for better or worse, planted the roots for a new America.
1. THEY BUILT IT, THEY HYPED IT, IT FLOPPED
Millions in ads couldn't sell `an Oldsmobile sucking a lemon'
By Rick Newman,
Dearborn, Mich.-Have you driven an Edsel lately?
To most Americans, it's a preposterous question. The Edsel, of course, is the most notorious bomb in transportation history-not as tragic as disasters like the Hindenburg or the Titanic, but a colossal flop compared with the lofty expectations set by its manufacturer, Ford Motor Co.
Despite unprecedented hype, Edsel sales fell far below Ford's projections from the day of its launch on Sept. 4, 1957. Barely two years later, Ford pulled the plug. In record time, the Edsel went from wundercar to laughingstock.
Yet the ungainly automobile has enjoyed a reputational resurgence in recent years. Here in Ford's hometown last month, the owners of 169 restored Edsels gathered to celebrate the car's golden anniversary, swapping stories about the scavenging required to refurbish their cars. (Ford destroyed many of the components and spare parts after axing the Edsel, adding to the challenge of restoring one.)
A few pristine models have even sold for over $100,000. And from the remove of 50 years, the Edsel seems less an actual lemon and more a victim of bad corporate judgment and unhappy timing. “It wasn't a bad car,” insists Mike Brogan of West Falls, N.Y., who owns six Edsels and organized the Dearborn event. “It had some pretty neat features.”
The Edsel had a big gap to fill when it was conceived in the early `50s. In the postwar surge of consumerism, General Motors, a conglomeration of several brands, had emerged as the No. 1 automaker. Consumers who outgrew utilitarian Chevrolet could move up to Pontiac, Buick, or Oldsmobile, then to Cadillac.
Ford customers could upgrade to Mercury or Lincoln, but a middle rung was missing. The Edsel division would offer midpriced family cars that would keep Ford customers from defecting to GM and other competitors.
The economics invited boldness. In 1950, there were 1 million families that could afford two cars. By 1960, there were expected to be about 7 million. Ford was thriving, too.
The introduction of the Thunderbird helped make 1955 the most successful year in company history. Flush with cash and optimism, the automaker set aside $250 million-nearly $2 billion in today's dollars-to research and build the Edsel.
Homely. One mandate was to make the car a visual standout, which led to the car's most, well, notable features. The vertical grille was meant to evoke European luxury cars. (Or even, some surmised, female genitalia-a plausible theory given that GM was producing pointy bumper guards that distinctly resembled bras.) But the grille also called to mind a bird's beak, and before long the Edsel was said to look like “an Oldsmobile sucking a lemon.”
Instead of taillamps set into vertical fins-as on Chevys and Cadillacs-Ford gave the Edsel horizontal “wings.” To some critics, they looked more like bushy eyebrows. A homely creature was taking shape in Ford's labs.
Edsel had been a provisional name for the car, while researchers probed other possibilities. A few priceless duds emerged, like Elkherd and Utopian Turtletop. Pleasant-sounding nominees like Phoenix, Altair, and Citation were also on the table.
In the end, however, a Ford committee decided it was fitting to name the car after Henry Ford's son, even though research showed that consumers associated the word with “diesel” and “weasel.”
E-Day was the culmination of the most expensive product launch in American history. A lavish $50 million publicity campaign lured record numbers into dealerships. The mainstream press, which soon enough would lampoon it, warmly welcomed the Edsel, praising its styling, features, and performance.
But shoppers realized the Edsel was just a car, not a transportation revolution. And base prices that ranged from $2,519 to $3,801 (about $19,000 to $28,000 today) seemed excessive. A summer plunge in the stock market in 1957 had triggered a recession that would last nearly a year. Consumers suddenly wanted small cars that used less gas, like the American Motors Rambler. Overall, car sales tanked in 1957 and 1958.
Right off the bat, the Edsel sold far below levels Ford wanted. Recriminations began. Robert McNamara, who held one of the top jobs at the automaker, thought the whole program was extravagant and set out to kill it.
Sales drifted downward for two years. Finally, Ford discontinued the Edsel late in 1959, after building barely 110,000 of them-less than 25 percent of what it had hoped to sell.
It wasn't unusual, however, that the Edsel skidded into a soft market. The real ignominy was that Ford completely abandoned the car. In his book Disaster in Dearborn, Thomas Bonsall says the Edsel might have succeeded if only Ford had stuck with it. “The real failure in the Edsel saga had little to do with the car,” he concluded. “It was a failure of Ford Motor Company management.”
Orphan. Yet Ford practically disowned the Edsel, and its owners. “Once the cars were orphaned, they had virtually no value,” explains Dave Sinclair of Eagle, Idaho, who bought his first Edsel in 1967, for $120.
Now, 50 years later, the car's orphan status is part of the appeal. “Some people like abandoned cars, and the Edsel is so different because it fell on its face so quick,” Sinclair says.
Ford recovered quickly from the Edsel debacle. The Mercury Comet-originally designed as an Edsel-and the Ford Falcon were healthy successes. Then Ford hit a grand slam with the Mustang in 1964. But its attitude toward the Edsel has never softened. Organizers of the Edsel golden anniversary asked Ford to sponsor the event. Ford declined. Lovable or not, to some the car is still a loser.
[Webmaster note: Did any of your family have an Edsel? My dad bought one of the first year Edsels -- it was a great car to drive, but high on maintenence! CWS]
2. THE BIRTH OF A FAMOUS FELINE
An outrageous cat teaches a new generation to read
By Chris Wilson
Greece had Zeus. America has Seuss. In the 50 years since The Cat in the Hat exploded onto the children's book scene, Theodor Seuss Geisel-pen name “Dr. Seuss”-has become a central character in the American literary mythology, sharing the pantheon with the likes of Mark Twain and F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Of his many imaginative stories, The Cat in the Hat remains the most iconic.
The tale, of course, is about the irreverent cat who waltzes uninvited into a house where two children have been left alone for the day and proceeds to violate every tenet of their mother's commandments.
It came at a time when children's literature was largely dominated by Aesop's fables and other stories with explicit morals-lessons that the cat flouts with zeal.
“It was extremely radical when it came out,” says Prof. Eliza Dresang of Florida State University, who studies children's literature. “At the end of the `50s, we were on the verge of lots of radical things happening in society. In that way, maybe people were more able to accept it.”
236 words. Geisel had been publishing children's books for 20 years when Cat was published in March 1957; early titles included the classic Horton Hears a Who! The particular endurance of Cat, many critics say, is owed partly to its origins in an emerging philosophy of phonetic learning.
Most of the 236 individual words in the book were taken from a list of beginner words for new readers, and only a few are more than one syllable. The “anapestic” meter-two unstressed syllables followed by a stressed syllable-marks out a cadence that is easy for young readers to grasp.
Using this model, Geisel and partners would go on to found a whole series called Beginner Books. “When you're reading aloud, you can just feel what's supposed to come next,” says Joyce Herbeck, an education professor at Montana State University. “It makes them feel like readers right away.”
The Cat in the Hat is not bereft of morals; it's just that no one seems to agree on what they are. Many scholars find political themes-for example, seeing the Cat, with his tall red-and-white hat, as a perverse parody of Uncle Sam.
Geisel, who died in 1991, remained coy on the subject. In a 1986 interview with U.S. News, he said: “[W]hen you write a kid's book, somebody's got to win. You find yourself preaching in spite of yourself. But sometimes people find morals where there are none.”
It is, after all, a great mystery of The Cat in the Hat: Children seem to understand it so much better than adults.
3. A SHIFT IN THE COLD WAR BALANCE
With the launch of Sputnik, The Soviets open a new Frontier and catch America off guard
By Michael D'Antonio
In the 1950s, as the only two states armed with atomic weapons and the means to deliver them, the Soviet Union and the United States occupied similarly nervous psychological positions. In a constant state of stalemate, they planned attacks while knowing that any first move would bring massive retaliation and death.
The Soviets scanned American military bases and saw threats in every direction. For their part, American leaders considered the U.S.S.R. to be devoted to the annihilation of the United States.
Everyone knew there was no defense against missiles armed with atomic bombs. Worse, the bombs were controlled by Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev-believed to be emotional, shrewd, unreliable, and dangerous.
It was against this Cold War context that the very same Soviets who had so much trouble making decent beer and gasoline stunned the Americans by launching the first satellite into outer space. Suddenly, the Soviets had opened a new frontier for exploration-and changed the balance of Cold War competition.
in the fall of 1957, a determined Soviet engineer arrived in the capital with a historic purpose. Short and heavy, with deeply set eyes, the 51-year-old had devoted his life to achieving a fantastic goal, which was at last within his grasp.
Although his work would soon be hailed around the world, his name remained a mystery for years. For security reasons and so that the state would get credit for his achievements, he was referred to only as “the Chief Designer.”
To reach this moment, the Chief Designer had suffered in ways that were possible only in a totalitarian world. In 1938, he had been caught up in one of the many purges carried out by Soviet dictator Joseph Stalin.
Tortured and beaten until he confessed to trumped-up charges, the Chief Designer spent six years in prison. Along the way, he came close to starving to death and nearly died from exposure.
He was “rehabilitated” after he completed studies in Marxism and Leninism. And in the spring of 1957, the Soviet government officially acknowledged that he had been wrongly imprisoned.
Remarkably, his loyalty to communism remained unshaken. Only those who knew him well recognized the subtle signs-like his tendency to collect and consume the crumbs around his dinner plate-that betrayed his past suffering.
Atomic bombs. Obsessed with flight, the Chief Designer had helped lead the development of a series of rockets that culminated with the R-7, a giant capable of hurling atomic bombs a distance of 4,350 miles. In August of 1957, an R-7 flew for more than 4,000 miles.
For the world, the flight of “Old No. 7” was ominous: As the first launch vehicle capable of carrying a nuclear weapon from one hemisphere to another, it put all of Europe and parts of North America within range of the Soviet nuclear arsenal.
The hawks in the U.S. Defense Department immediately saw military superiority shifting to the East. Worried as it was about atomic attack, America's defense community was less focused on the Chief Designer's other purpose: the conquest of space.
Yet space was the obsession that had helped him endure the gulag, the frustrations of the Soviet system, and the hardships at the U.S.S.R.'s isolated rocket facilities; at the main launch center, winters were so severe that a man who lost his way in a storm would literally freeze to death.
But such problems were less challenging than getting high-quality work out of the Soviet industrial system. To put an object into space, the designer would need revolutionary electronics, and machine work done to exquisite tolerances.
For funds, he would have to compete with projects like a single-stage nuclear-tipped missile, a submarine that launched nuclear-tipped missiles, improved nuclear bombs, and defensive radar and missile systems.
Compromise was unavoidable. Unable to produce the lighter materials and smaller payloads envisioned by American rocketeers, the Soviets were forced to build a much more powerful rocket, so it could lift extremely heavy weights.
As for sophisticated satellite instruments, the Chief Designer had to build a simpler setup with radio equipment, batteries, and a cooling system, which would be sealed inside a 30-pound metal ball less than 2 feet in diameter.
But here he reached the end of all possible compromises. To protect the instruments from heat, the ball would have to be extremely reflective, so the sun's rays would bounce away.
No flaws, smudges, or inconsistencies could be tolerated. He put his satellite on a stand, wrapped it in velvet, and announced that it should be made with the care that would go into an artist's masterwork.
By mid-September 1957, the first shiny ball was done, and workers had attached to it four long antennas, giving it the appearance of a spider. The satellite weighed about 180 pounds. It was formally named Prosteshyy Sputnik-“simplest fellow traveler.”
Besides choosing a place that could only be described as Godforsaken, the Soviets had gone to great lengths to hide the largest of its cosmodromes-it covered 660 square miles-from the outside world.
Its very name, Baykonur, was a lie. The real Baykonur was 200 miles away. Although the treeless terrain was ideal for tracking missiles, it punished inhabitants with swirling dust, searing summer heat, and brutal winter cold.
On October 3, all was ready at Baykonur. The R-7 was moved by locomotive along a short railroad track from its hangar to the launchpad. Once it was set in place, huge metal struts that angled up from the pad to the rocket's flanks were raised and secured.
Just before 6 a.m. on October 4, crews began to load the machine with liquid oxygen and kerosene, which, when combined and ignited, would provide 876,000 pounds of thrust.
When night fell, the countdown continued. The steel supports were drawn back from the rocket. As the Chief Designer watched and waited for signs that would force him to halt the countdown, he could only trust that his decades of sacrifice and suffering had been enough. But according to reliable sources, he had also performed a good-luck ritual: Hours before, he had stood beside his towering creation and relieved himself on it.
Around midnight, when the countdown reached zero, a young lieutenant pressed the button to ignite the R-7. Fire and smoke poured out of the roaring engine as the massive rocket lifted off and picked up speed.
Racing into the night sky at roughly 18,000 miles per hour, it carried Sputnik on a roaring flame that could be seen by precious few as it arced over scattered farms and a vast desert, racing toward Siberia.
Beeping. The observers waited for a report from a tracking station on the Kamchatka peninsula, more than 3,000 miles to the east. Soon word came that this listening post had picked up the distinctive beep of the satellite's radio transmitter. Excitement swept through the crowd. But the Chief Designer would not celebrate until his creation returned from the other side of the world.
Soon one listening post and then another reported hearing Sputnik's return to the sky over the U.S.S.R. [All told, it completed 1,400 orbits around the Earth, about 1 every 90 minutes.] Tears filled the Chief Designer's eyes as his dream was achieved. “The road to the stars,” he told the crowd at Baykonur, “is now open.”
Some say Khrushchev was beaming as he made a brief announcement from Kiev's Mariyinsky Palace. “The Americans have proclaimed to the world that they are preparing to launch a satellite of the Earth,” he said, according to one source. “Theirs is only the size of an orange. We, on the other hand, now have a satellite circling the planet. And not a little one, but one that weighs 80 kilos.”
Others say that Khrushchev didn't immediately grasp the significance of the accomplishment and its propaganda value. The Soviet leader, they say, prized only advances with apparent practical purposes, like new tractors and airplanes. The party newspaper Pravda published a mere three paragraphs on the event, and the item did not even lead the front page.
Soon enough, though, all that the Chief Designer had done would be obvious to the rest of the world.
From A Ball, a Dog, and a Monkey by Michael D'Antonio. Copyright © 2007 by Michael D'Antonio. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Inc., New York.
4. MISFITS, LOVERS, AND MURDERERS
Two midwestern teens go on a killing spree, inspiring films and songs decades later
By Alex Kingsbury
Lincoln, Neb.-Charles Starkweather's eyes never worked right. He took grief for wearing glasses, but without them, the world was a permanent blur. At the age of 19, standing trial for murder and asked to identify the guns he had allegedly used in the crimes, the detached-looking defendant refused to put on his specs.
“Charles, would you rather not see what's going on here?” a lawyer asked him. “There ain't nobody in here that I want to see,” he replied.
For most of his short life, few people had taken much notice of Charles Starkweather, either. Slow-witted by most accounts, he was also unreliable and at times combative. “Of all the employees in the warehouse,” one of his bosses recalled, “he was the dumbest man we had.”
Later, when Starkweather worked as a garbage collector, he was known to randomly curse at pedestrians along his route. The only person, it seemed, who took a liking to the short, bow-legged Lincolnite with the speech impediment was 14-year-old Caril Ann Fugate, whose parents were becoming increasingly unhappy with their daughter's older beau.
Fugate and Starkweather were an unlikely pair to have masterminded one of the most notorious killing sprees in American history.
By the time the police caught them near the town of Douglas, Wyo., 11 people were dead, several towns had been terrorized, and the National Guard had been called out. “They were perfectly matched misfits; dull, cruel, cold killers,” says Del Harding, a former reporter who covered the case for the Lincoln Star.
To many people they've become folk heroes, which is just disgusting.” Indeed, over the years, Starkweather and Fugate have been immortalized in song, with Bruce Springsteen's “Nebraska,” and in movies, with Terrence Malick's Badlands and inspiring Oliver Stone's Natural Born Killers.
Hold-up. The rampage began with a robbery. Covering his face with a bandana, Starkweather held up a Lincoln gas station on Dec. 1, 1957, hoping to clean out the register.
He kidnapped the 21-year-old attendant, then killed him with a shotgun a few miles down the road. He made off with about $100-much of it in change-spending it on clothes, movies, and presents for his girlfriend.
A month and a half after the killing, with the case still unsolved, Starkweather got into an argument with Fugate's parents, who lived in a small house near the service station.
The quarrel escalated until Starkweather ended it with several rounds from his .22-caliber rifle, killing both the parents, then fatally stabbing Fugate's 2-year-old sister with a hunting knife.
Accounts of the killings are plagued with inconsistencies. Starkweather later testified that Fugate had watched him clean up the mess and hide the bodies in a pair of outbuildings. Fugate maintains that she didn't know her parents were dead.
Whatever the case, the pair hid in the house for almost a week, watching westerns and having sex. They pinned a note to the door that said, “Stay a Way Every Body is sick with the Flue [sic].”
The ploy worked until there were more visitors than plausible excuses to rebuff them. Starkweather and Fugate gathered up some guns and cash and made a run for a farm in nearby Bennet.
One resident of the town, the elderly August Meyer, had always been kind to Starkweather, allowing him to hunt on his land. But when Meyer came out to his farmhouse porch, Starkweather shot him dead.
LINK: http://www.usnews.com/usnews/news/1957/index.htm
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Senior Citizens We Are
Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary. Seniors take responsibility for all they have done and do not blame others. BUT, upon reflection, I would like to point out that it was NOT the senior citizens who took:
The melody out of music,
The pride out of appearance,
The romance out of love,
The commitment out of marriage,
The responsibility out of parenthood,
The togetherness out of the family,
The learning out of education,
The service out of patriotism,
The religion out of school,
The Golden Rule from rulers,
The nativity scene out of cities,
The civility out of behavior,
The refinement out of language,
The dedication out of employment,
The prudence out of spending, or
The ambition out of achievement,
And we certainly are NOT the ones who eliminated patience and tolerance from personal relationships and interactions with others!! Not nearly enough folks under the age of 50 know the lyrics t o the Star Spangled Banner?
Just look at the Seniors with tears in their eyes and pride in their hearts as they stand at attention with their hand over their hearts! Remember.......Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the heck happened! I confess . . . I AM A SENIOR CITIZEN!
I'm the life of the party...even if it only lasts until 9 p.m. ( 10 if I'm on a roll )
I'm very good at opening childproof caps with a hammer.
I'm usually interested in going home before I get to where I am going.
I'm awake hours before my body allows me to get up.
I'm smiling a lot because I can't hear what you're saying half the time.
I'm very good at telling stories; over and over and over and over...
I'm aware that other people's grandchildren are not as cute as mine.
I'm so cared for -- eye care, dental care, and Medi Care !
I'm not grouchy, I just don't like traffic, waiting, crowds, lawyers, rap music, unruly kids, feminine product commercials, politicians and a few other things I can't remember.
I'm sure everything I can't find is in a secure place.
I'm losing hair where it's supposed to be , growing hair where I don't want it . . . and I'm wrinkled,saggy and lumpy, and that's just my left leg.
I'm having trouble remembering simple words like. . . . . ?
I'm realizing that aging is not for wimps.
I'm sure they are making adults much younger these days, and when did they let kids become doctors , airline pilots and policemen ?
I'm wondering, if you're only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 150?
I'm a walking storeroom of facts.....I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.
I am a SENIOR CITIZEN . . . and I'm having the time of my life!
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I Can't Believe You Made It” !
If you lived as a child in the 40's, 50's, 60's or 70's.
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have...
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.
(Not to mention hitchhiking to town as a young kid!)
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors.
We would spend hours building our go-kart out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day.
No cell phones. Unthinkable. We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would really hurt. We got cut and broke bones and broke teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame, but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda but we were never overweight...we were always outside playing. We shared one grape soda with four friends, from one bottle and no one died from this.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, video games at all, 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, Personal Computers, Internet chat rooms ... we had friends. We went outside and found them. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rung the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Imagine such a thing. Without asking a parent! By ourselves! Out there in the cold cruel world! Without a guardian. How did we do it?
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't, had to learn to deal with disappointment..... Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade.....Horrors. Tests were not adjusted for any reason.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. No one to hide behind. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law -- imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years has been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
And you're one of them.
Congratulations!
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I'm Fine - How are you?
There's nothing the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as can be,
I have arthritis in both knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out,
And my diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
And arch supports I need for my feet.
Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin.
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Old age is golden I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I go to bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
And my glasses on a shelf, until I get up.
And when sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my Youth has been spent,
Is my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went!
But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get-up has been.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing, I'm therefore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump back into bed.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
Is that for you and me, who are growing old.
It is better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let people know the shape we are in.
We Are FINE HOW ARE YOU ?
Author unknown - Provided contributed by Morgan Williams
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Memories
A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things, someone was always home.
We only had a living room where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them with something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip,
And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton's onion dip.
Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook,
And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book.
The snacks were even healthy with the best ingredients,
No labels with a hundred things that make not a bit of sense.
Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,
We all did things together -- even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because we liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car.
Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball -- and no game video.
Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend?
The way that he took care of you or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you.
Remember going to the store and shopping casually, And
when you went to pay for it you used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person had to really count?
Remember when we breathed the air; it smelled so fresh
and clean, And chemicals were not used on the grass to keep it green.
The milkman used to go from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more than going to the store.
There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it was sent;
There were not loads of mail addressed to "present occupant."
Remember when the words "I do" meant that you really did,
And not just temporarily 'til someone blows their lid.
T'was no such thing as "no one's fault; we just made a mistake,"
There was a time when married life was built on give and take.
There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make.
They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and really had some style.
One time the music that you played whenever you would
jive, Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five.
The record player had a post to keep them all in line,
And then the records would drop down and play one at a time.
Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today,
And always we were striving, trying for a better way.
And every year that passed us by brought new and greater things,
We now can even program phones with music or with rings.
Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run?
And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes,
And for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes?
This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways,
I love the new technology but I sure miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.
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Rock & Roll
Lots of Golden Oldies, Rock & Roll, Doo Wop songs of the day, etc. at the following website:
Just click on the link to open.
Web link contributed by Joy Adkinson Graziano
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Black and White
(Under age 40? You won't understand.)
You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.
Pull a chair up to the TV set,
"Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet."
Dependin'g on the channel you tuned,
You got Rob and Laura - or Ward and June.
It felt so good. It felt so right.
Life looked better in black and white.
I Love Lucy, The Real McCoys,
Dennis the Menace, the Cleaver boys,
Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train,
Superman, Jimmy and Lois Lane.
Father Knows Best, Patty Duke,
Rin Tin Tin and Lassie too,
Donna Reed on Thursday night!
Life looked better in black and white.
I wanna go back to black and white.
Everything always turned out right.
Simple people, simple lives
Good guys always won the fights.
Now nothing is the way it seems,
In living color on the TV screen.
Too many murders, too many fights,
I wanna go back to black and white.
In God they trusted, alone they slept,
A promise made was a promise kept.
They never cussed or broke their vows.
They'd never make the network now.
But if I could, I'd rather be
In a TV town in '53.
It felt so good. It felt so right.
Life looked better in black and white.
I'd trade all the channels on the satellite,
If I could just turn back the clock tonight
To when everybody knew wrong from right.
Life was better in black and white!
We hope this will brighten
your day by helping you to remember that life's most simple pleasures are very often the best!
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The Good Wife's Guide
From Housekeeping Monthly, 13 May, 1955.
Do any of you remember this from Home Ecomomics class?
 Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have be thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they get home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
 Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
 Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
 Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dust cloth over the tables.
 During the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering to his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
 Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
 Be happy to see him.
 Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
 Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
 Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
 Don't complain if he's late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through at work.
 Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or lie him down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
 Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
 Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
 A good wife always knows her place.
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