For those lucky souls born into an era of pure innocence and entertainment, remember when making decisions where deciphered with a simple "eeny-meeny-miny-mo," nobody was prettier than Mom, kisses made scrapes and bruises all better, the local hangout was at the diner down the street, catching fireflies occupied an entire evening AND it was fun, going steady was a HUGE deal, bobby socks made any outfit look good, 5-cents was able to get you a cup of coffee or Coke in a bottle and ice cream was 5-cents a scoop, admission to a Sunday matinee was bought with can wrappers, can goods and old saved bottle caps, people sat around their record player and listened to their 45s and LPs, you couldn't wait to watch American Bandstand, milk was delivered to your doorstep in bottles, girls and boys spent all night getting ready for those sock hops in their school gymnasium, the worst thing you could do in school was chew gum, smoke in bathrooms or flunk a test, you were able to leave your car unlocked with the keys in the glove box or ignition and that was okay, drag races and drive-ins were one of the most exciting things to do, Dairy Queen had the best cherry cokes and shakes, the thing to fear was your parents and grandparents and not drugs, gangs or shootings, and when moonpies and RC cola was the perfect snack?
Seeing as though I was born 36 years after that era, I can't say I remember. Although, I really wish I did.
I have always said, since I was about 5 or 6, that I was born into the wrong era. I grew up in my household sitting in my room, on my floor surrounded by my parent's 45s and LPs, listening to endless tracks on my very own record player that was given to me at that prime age. I looked up to artists like Dion and the Belmonts and Elvis Presley, hoping that one day everything would be as it was.... when one was able to take a drive in that 56 Buick Special to the local diner and grab a shake and play a song on that jukebox, and just BE. I envy those who were able to experience the 50s. Although, I wasn't born in that era, I carry it with me in my heart everywhere I go... always. My music player has more bands from the 50s than modern day artists (I prefer The Everly Brothers and The Temptations over today's bands like Fall Out Boy or Foo Fighters), my taste in clothes stems from the pointy glasses, skirts and saddle shoes that were ever so popular (I take dresses and saddles over jeans and boots any day), my love for cars comes from the classic and detailed body shapes of the 51 Cadillac and 55 Corvette which I would take over any modern day car (which I am not a fan of... today's cars that is) and if I had a choice, I would have milk with my dinner instead of Pepsi, and moonpies over chocolate molten lava cake (boy, have we come a long way).
There aren't nearly enough 50s styled diners (with the exception of Johnny Rocket's which I AM a fan of, but it isn't nearly as good as Nifty Fifties in Turnersville, NJ which is unfortunately nowhere near my abode). I can't even bare to imagine rolling up in a deuce in front of a diner, excitement ringing in my ears and a twinkle in my eye, as I catch a glimpse of the rest of them parked out front with their drivers and dates clad in leather jackets and dresses.
My obsession with the 50s and everything associated with it, is none other than love. I will spend the rest of my life appreciating and admiring everything from this golden era and bringing it back with my natural love for the music, clothes, cars, styles, etc. In the future I plan on opening up my own 50s style diner named after my parents (who were fortunate enough to experience the 50s) and owning a home that's an exact replica of a classic with a checkered kitchen floor, sofas with spindle legs, big starburst wall clocks, boomerang-shaped coffee tables, old fashioned telephones, and a jukebox. And I'm going to love my life... maybe a bit more than I do now ;)
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