Being born in 1947, the decade of the 1950’s had a significant impact on me because the foundations of my paradigms were developed between the ages of 3 and 12 taking me through the 7th grade and opening the door to finally becoming what my parents referred to as the “dreaded” teenager.
We listened to the music of Bill Haley and the Comets, Buddy Holly, and Elvis as we tried to keep the hula hoop rotating around our hips – a feat I could never accomplish that well unlike my sister who to be a perfect example of perpetual motion.
Truman and Eisenhower were our Presidents but I do not remember much about either of them, nor do I remember Jonas Salk, Einstein, but I do remember I Love Lucy and the transistor radio the latter of which I could never be without. I do not remember Rosa Parks but I do remember Babe Ruth, Bob Cousy and Jackie Robinson while only imagining if my parents listened to Edward R. Murrow.
My memories are there yet not as clear as I would like for them to be, especially since my mother had to remind me that she caught me several times reading comic books instead of doing my homework, like: Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Captain America. Perhaps it was an over-stimulation of my creative side but those heroes gave me strength, courage, and fortitude to get me through some rough days at school when it was not always sunshine.
A publicity shot from 1950 when Newman said that he did not want fame just a simple life. |
3 comments:
You could write a book on you growing up in Mt Vernon.
And, maybe one day I will.
All those are my memories too! But I was one of the lucky kids, I had a perfect childhood, no bumps, no strife, just perfectly happy! So I didnt need heroes to help me through my growing pains. Stella beer in Cairo was a different story however :-)
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