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WHERE DID IT GO?
Yesterday is cast in stone; tomorrow’s ways are still unknown.
Today becomes your history; when you look back, what will you see?
In bits and pieces from my time; I offer you a tale in rhyme.
Back when we felt U.S.A. I remember it this way…
A cold war child of Camelot; Who watched a president get shot;
The headlines read Walt took a stand; kept Kruschev out of Disneyland!
Fallout shelters, duck and lie; While ICBMs watched our sky.
Jokes stayed clean; kids got dirty; in the tub by 7:30!
Pledge allegiance to the flag; prayers in school; jump rope and tag.
Alli alli oxen free; one potato, two, then three!
Paper dolls; sidewalk skates; baseball cards and potsy slates;
Penny loafers, poodle skirts; blue jeans under dad’s white shirts!
Creamsicles and Buster Browns; Turkish Taffy, Royal Crown;
Sunday movie serials; newsreels of Imperials.
Sock hops; Be-bop; Village Green; cigarettes, (our big drug scene!)
TV broadcasts stopped at three; said a prayer with dignity;
Flew the flag and played our song; fickered dark with bong, bong, bong.
TV taught a sense of duty; Mr. Greenjeans; Howdy Doody.
Goodnight David, Goodnight Chet; 60 Minutes; New York Mets;
TV Guide with TV dinners! Fulton Sheen to bless the sinners!
We made footprints on the moon; loved Soupy Sales and Romper Room;
All the boys would Dream of Jeanie; Funicello-filled bikinis!
Mickey Mouse to Blanket Bingo; “Far Out” “Cool” our rebel lingo!
Lassie was our favorite collie; Then came Kukla Fran and Ollie.
Radios all had transistors; Horses talked; we called them Mister!
Marcus Welby; Donna Reid; and the Nelsons wrote our creed.
In with cowboys; out with mother! Cheyanne; Maverick, Warner Brothers!
Roy and Dale ruled long before; Dragnet or Car Fifty-Four
Westerns lost, detectives won; Like Mr. Lucky; Peter Gunn;
Lalo Schriffrin lit the fuse; Man from Uncle; I Spy too!
Carson kept us in the sack; But none was on a Parr with Jack.
Neilsen ratings showed we switched; to Our Miss Brooks and then Bewitched.
The past I knew is keeping score; reminding me what came before;
I smile at cell phones in your hands; (cause I see string, and two tin cans!)
Progress comes on silent wings: and takes one thing for each it brings!
You'll remember too one day; what used to be that slipped away!
When Ma Bell dialed, and watches ticked; And pens leaked ink; and Brylcream slicked;
When gas had lead; and we burned leaves; When green stamps came with groceries;
When milkmen left milk at the door; And ushers lit the theater floors;
When rooms had keys; and doors had men; When UNIVAC ruled IBM
When bands had stands, and weddings rice; When streets were beats; and squads had vice;
Planes were aeros; ships were liners; Restaurants were dives and diners.
Clothes had pins; not laundramats; and sweaters were our thermostats;
Before Sun Oil became Sonoco; Arco, Citgo, changed their logo.
We paid with cash; saved US bonds; and pitied homes with working moms.
They say the wages of our sins; are memories of where we’ve been!
Best keep memories in their place; And give the present lots of space!
Embrace today and come to own; a thousand memories when you’re grown!
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