<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div><b style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 26pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: rgb(84, 130, 53);">Life in the Fifties</span></b></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><b><span style="font-size: 26pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: rgb(84, 130, 53);"><br></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Author unknown<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,<br>Before the days of Dylan, or the dawn of Camelot.<br>There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,<br>For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,<br>Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We learned to gut a muffler, we washed our hair at dawn,<br>We spread our crinolines to dry in circles on the lawn.<br>We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,<br>And Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since.<br>We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee'<br>And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Only girls wore earrings then, and three was one too many,<br>And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.<br>And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see<br>A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,<br>And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.<br>We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,<br>Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,<br>And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.<br>We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,<br>And Oprah couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We had our share of heroes, we never thought they'd go,<br>At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.<br>For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,<br>And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,<br>And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson, and Zeppelins were not Led.<br>And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,<br>Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We'd never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,<br>And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.<br>And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant fancy-free,<br>And dorms were never co-ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,<br>And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.<br>And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,<br>And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,<br>And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.<br>And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,<br>And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We had no Crest with fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,<br>We all wore superstructure bras, designed by Howard Hughes<br>We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea<br>Or prime-time ads for personal things in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,<br>And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill.<br>And middle-aged was thirty-five and old was forty-three,<br>And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">But all things have a season, or so we've heard them say,<br>And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A.<br>They send us invitations to join AARP,<br>We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,<br>And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines.<br>And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be,<br>Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><br></div>—————————————————-<br><br><div dir="ltr"><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">http://www.MoscowCares.net</span></div><div><br></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”</div><div>- Roy E. 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