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I have the greatest respect for copyright and would never steal someone else’s work. And, when I know the author, I give due credit. But today, a friend sent this to me.Neither of us has been able to identify the source, but it could have been written by anyone of “a certain generation” in the U S of A. If anyone reading this is ( or knows) the author, please stand up to be applauded. Younger readers…go ask yer Gran’pa!

In The Land That Made Me Me

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,
Long ago and far away In the Land That Made Me Me.

Oh, there was truth and goodness In that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, And Peyton Place was porn.
For Ike was in the White House, And Hoss was on TV,
And God was in His heaven In the Land That Made Me Me
We learned to gut a muffler, We washed our hair at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.
And they could hear us coming All the way to Tennessee ,
All starched and sprayed and rumbling In the Land That Made Me Me.

We longed for love and romance, And waited for the 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 Rockey-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 weren’t Led.
And Beatles lived in gardens then, And Monkees in a tree,
Madonna was a virgin 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 weren’t grown in jars.
And pumping iron got wrinkles out, And “gay” meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never coed 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 show came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.
And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts came to the knee,
And Castro came to power In the Land That Made Me Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride, We had no Hill Street Blues,
We all wore superstructure bras Designed by Howard Hughes.
We had no patterned panty hose Or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for condoms, 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 thirty-five And old was forty-three,
And ancient was 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.
And they send us invitations To join A A R P,
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.


Here’s another view of those lakeside/inlake melaleucas…

And, as I like to pretend that Art (ahem…) features on this blog and as my own artistic efforts have me pretty much yoked to the creative plough, I’m sending you, yet again, to the Crooked Brains site. for some stunning origami. Me? Heck! I can’t even fold my table napkin!

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Author: dinahmow

A New Zealander, currently living in tropical Queensland,Australia (with 2 cats and one Main Man).Old enough to remember George VI, white tennis balls and life-before-television.You want more? Read the blog!

14 thoughts on “IN WHICH I ‘SORT OF’ CHEAT.

  1. Hi.
    Since writing my own blogs I’m becomming quite a blog browser and yours is one I read. I must say though you don’t sound very Idle!
    The poem in your last blog, The Land That Made Me Me, is read beautifully on this radio station. Thought you might like to listen. I’m not sure if the guy is the author.
    Happy blogging


  2. I’m too young to remember any of that . . . or is it that I’m so old and senile I’ve forgotten it!


  3. Monica…welcome!Thanks for the link. I’ve seen you at Purple Podded Peas, I think? I’ve had a quick look at your blog;will be back later.

    ziggi… in witch years, far too old. As for real time…blimey! I can barely remember!(see my comment at your place!)By the way…does a fortune teller come under the same jurisdiction as a witch? If yes, I’m in your club!


  4. Wonderful! I thoroughly enjoyed this!!!


  5. Those were the days my friend
    we thought they’d never end..

    Now when we look back at that point in time we can see how much better the Government was at covering up their atrocities from the great unwashed.

    Ignorance was bliss.
    People actually believed politicians…
    I am so glad that I live in an era where everything is scrutinized not sanitized.

    Innocents schminnocents.


  6. That is a great poem! I loved it. Thanks for sharing! Hope all is well in your world. 🙂


  7. val…thanks.Swap it for a gypsy ‘van?

    donn…yes,I know what you mean

    bad kitty…I’m so glad to see you.I mucked up my bookmarks and then, in looking, got your URL wrong! Yes, things are well;just frantic!


  8. I’m with Coppens…someone had their rose colored glasses on when they wrote that! but even so it beats out that goofyass ‘when i am old i shall wear purple’ fricken’ poem!


  9. fn…ooh! Sing it, sister! If you ever see me at a Red Hat luncheon you’ll know the last cells of my brain have withered!


  10. I loved that, and Annette was the best. My first love/lust object — yes, we did have lust back then.


  11. there now, you see? you have inspireded a post. well done brave kiwi ma’am!


  12. and almost every hormonal youth in the Western World!Didn’t the Disney chaps have a clause in her contract forbidding navel exposure?

    fn…ha!ha! yes, and check your email


  13. I remember and it was pretty much that way in Australia too, but I do agree with the ‘ignorance is bliss’ comment.

    Love your photo of those beautiful trees up to their ankles in water.


  14. robyn…yes, the trees do serve to remind us that left to herself, nature can sort it.
    As to the poem, I think most of us who are “old enough” feel like that. But sometimes, a blast from the past is good to clear cobwebs!


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