Anthem for the “Silent Generation”: 1945-1963

Thanks for the memories,  Bob Hope and all who gave us hope and change in the immediate Post-World War II era.  A Cumberland County Commissioner discovered somewhere on line the following ditty.  It offers us old fogies a nostalgic look at the days of our youth. . . .

Here ‘Tis!

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 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 three 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.

FOOTNOTE FROM RJR:  If you liked this,  no doubt you would enjoy the (fraudulent) song that Julie Andrews supposedly sang at an AARP Convention: to the tune of “My Favorite Things.”  I’ve stashed it away someplace but might resurrect it for your amusement. . . .


8 Responses to “Anthem for the “Silent Generation”: 1945-1963”

  1. Macky Myers Says:

    **** (four stars out of four!) Bravo!!!

  2. Marshall Faircloth Says:

    Sometime dem commissioners be right sharp!

  3. Tammy Stephens Says:

    Which ones do you mean? 😆

  4. tom Says:

    Tammy, Don’t get Marshall in trouble please withdraw the question

  5. CICvet Says:

    And the three men I admire most,
    The Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
    They caught the last train for the coast
    The night the music died.

  6. Tammy Stephens Says:

    Oh ok then, lol.
    I was trying to pick on him. 8)

  7. Marshall Faircloth Says:

    Dem commisioners what does the internet!

    Who dat say growing up in the 50’s and 60’s was really great!

  8. Tammy Stephens Says:

    We’re still waiting for you to play guitar for us, lol.

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