Saturday, March 6, 2010

The Land of Sandra Dee

If you didn't grow up in the fifty's, you missed the greatest time in history. I  have no idea who Leland Waldrip is,, but it's a wonderful poem!

The Land Of Sandra Dee
By Leland Waldrip
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 of Sandra Dee.

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 of Sandra Dee.

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 of Sandra Dee.

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 of Sandra Lee.

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 of Sandra Dee.

We fell for Frankie Avalon,
Annette as 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 of Sandra Dee.

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 of Sandra Dee.

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 of Sandra Dee.

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 of Sandra Dee.

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 of Sandra Dee.

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 of Sandra Dee.

Buicks came with portholes,
A side show came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough
To cover both your cheeks.

Coke came just in bottles,
Skirts came to the knee,
And Castro came to power
In the Land of Sandra Dee.

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 pantyhose
Or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for condoms
In the Land of Sandra Dee.

There were no golden arches,
No Perriers 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 were our parents
In the Land of Sandra Dee.

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 AARP,
We've come a long way, baby,
From the Land of Sandra Dee.
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 of Sandra Dee.

I wish I could say I hadn't written this, but alas, Leland Waldrip was the talented person.  Someone sent me this on email and I just had to share it!

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Blissed-Out Grandma said...

So true, so true. Sometimes I think about those times and I know it was a combination of "good old days" and highly imperfect, not-very-enlightened times.

Marla said...

Good poem. I always loved Sandra Dee and Bobby Darrin.

Pinky's Cottage said...

Loved the Sandra Dee poem. Long one though. Love the 50's. So so different now. Thanks for sharing.

jinksy said...

Very clever Ode to the 50's! I take my hat off to the author for still being able to remember all the names! LOL

Blackberry Jam Cafe said...

Hard not to long for the sweet, simplier days. But I admit the idea of a husband calling all the shots would not sit well with me! Ozzie Nelson and Ricky Ricardo - I don't think so!

My name is PJ. said...

This could be our anthem, Eva!!! Really, really fabulous!!!

DJan said...

Yes, I grew up then, and the poem was filled with smiles and reminiscences. I am glad I lived then and can appreciate all the references. When I think of that time I also think of I Love Lucy... Glad we've moved far enough away from the 50s to see that decade for the innocent time it was.

Jeanie said...

All much to familiar and nostalgic for me. Great poem.

Steven Anthony said...

My mum grew up in the fifties, whenever she talked about it she would smile and smile;)

Colleen @ MuralMaker&More said...

I may've been born in the late '50s but this poem resonates with me. Man, I don't actually feel that old, heehee.
Thanks for visiting!

lakeviewer said...

I love it! Now, how can I get my own copy?

Joanna Jenkins said...

Nice flashback to the 50s, Eva. Thanks.

Live Out Loud said...

Awesome. I wasn't around then but I can still appreciate it.

Great poem!

The Retired One said...

Good Lord, OLD ARE you? ha
I am from the next generation...I loved the Beatles and the Grateful Dead..Elvis and Sandra Dee were a little too old for me,although I liked the song about her in Grease.

Elenka said...

Oy, I'm familiar with everything in that poem.
I remember feeling special because apparently Bobby Darin's cousin lived in the town next to mine.

Margaret said...

I tagged you on my blog!

glnroz said...

that was my world..and you know what? I aint gonna turn it loose.. lol

ethelmaepotter! said...

Oh, I love this!

"And pumping iron got wrinkles out,
And "gay" meant fancy-free,"..."And Hardware was a box of nails,
And bytes came from a flea,"...makes you realize just how much our terminology has changed, doesn't it?