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Barbeque Cottage

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)





the barbeque cottage on Front street
was the current hangout on our beat
we cruised the streets then went there
we had the radio on we had no cares
rock-'n-roll, Elvis and more
and of course boys galore


dances every Saturday night
oh what fun what a sight
the twist the frog the polka and stroll
we all will always dig rock-'n-roll









 


Joppe's

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)





Across from the high school
In very plain view
From all of the classrooms
Before 1952


Joppe's was the place
We all wanted to go
At lunchtime and recess
And on the way home


We ordered some ice cream
Or a cold cherry Coke
The class clown ordered both
I thought he would choke


We gathered to see
Who was going with whom
When school let out
There was hardly much room


Now we're meeting monthly
In two thousand six
Those of us remaining
Tell of our picks


The best place in high school
Without any doubt
Was our gathering at Joppe's
When school was let out


Now there is a business
On that very spot
And the high school is gone
Just a sad empty lot


But as I drive by
I am sure I can see
Crowds gathering at Joppe's
My buddies and me


The places are gone
But in our memories
We are chatting and laughing
At good ole Joppe's.









 


The Fifties

By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)





Back in the days of the fifties
Poodle skirts and stiff big hair
Burgers and peanut butter malts
Cotton candy at the fair


Playing our music on jukebox
Saddle shoes with bells on lace
Signing in each other's year book
A glow on innocent face


Cruising along the boulevard
In a convertible car
Mother canning pickles and Jams
In a clear glass mason jar


Being asked to the high school prom
By the handsomest of boys
Using innocent charms on him
With the most innocent ploys


Back in the days of the fifties
Poodle skirts and stiff big hair
Burgers and peanut butter malts
Cotton candy at the fair









 


Dancers

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)





Memories of school afternoons,
Boogie woogie or slow
He passed me notes.


He was sixteen
And such a dream,
He passed me notes.


We could jump all day
To old 35's
He wrote me notes.


We danced off our sodas,
Jitterbugging away,
He sent more notes.


He even took a
Part time job,
And he sent a new note.


"I have enough nickels
For the juke box tonight,"
He wrote a note.


Mrs. Becket in history class,
Caught him red were his hands,
But I kept his notes.









 


Hear The Music?

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)





When I was young you see,
Oh how I loved to dance!
Only when no one was looking at me.
Is when I took that chance.


Play the jukebox fast and loud.
So that the windows shake.
Wiggle and jiggle but too proud,
A spectacle I might make.


We could find the button in the back
That would give you a free song.
Of nickels we'd keep track,
But they wouldn't last too long.


"In the Still of the Night", a favorite one.
Fats Domino's "Blueberry Hill" was another.
But when all was said and done,
We'd only dance with Doris's brother.


We knew all the words and would harmonize.
Us girls, bellowing in the night.
Not songs you could recognize.
The moon overhead was our spotlight.


Divas of the street corner, all of us.
Mary, Pat, Ellen and me.
Standing near the stop for the bus.
Practicing fractured harmony.









 


Ah, Those Were The Good Ole Days

By Mikey (Norma1223@aol.com)





Malteds, Cherry Coke, and French Fries
Sock Hop Dances and Sadie Hawkins Day
Ahhh, those were the good ole days


Jukebox in the corner
Glen Miller and Tommy Dorsey tunes in our ears
Ahhh, those were the good ole days


Top down on car, wind in our hair
Rumble seat open, filled with girls
Ahhh, those were the good ole days


Would that I could go back again
To that wonderful time
Ahhh, those were the good ole days









 


The Old Soda Parlor

By Marietta (Velvtth1@aol.com)





The juke box plays, young people dance
In the old Soda Parlor
The days of complete innocence
Gone forever.









 


The Jukebox Era

By Jeanie (Mingo184@aol.com)





THERE WAS A JUKEBOX IN A DINER
WHERE I PLAYED AN ELVIS SONG
ALL LUNCHTIME LONG
PEOPLE THOUGHT I WAS A FOOL
FOR CONSTANTLY PLAYING 'DON'T BE CRUEL'
I LOVED THAT SONG AND STILL DO.


WE ATE BURGERS AND FRIES..NO MCDONALD'S YET
AND ROOT BEER FLOATS
THAT MADE OUR UPPER LIPS WET
WE WENT TO SOCK HOPS
AND PLAYED RECORDS INTO THE NIGHT
GIVING OUR PARENTS SUCH A FRIGHT


ELVIS THE PELVIS WOULD RUIN US ALL
THE PREACHERS SAID OUR SOULS WILL FALL
BUT THE JUKEBOX PLAYED THE SONGS
OF ELVIS, JERRY LEE, BUDDY, RICHIE,
THE BIG BOPPER, TOO.
I REMEMBER THEM, DON'T YOU?


SO GET OUT YOUR 45'S AND PLAY THEM
FIND YOUR POODLE SKIRTS AND SADDLE SHOES
AND WEAR THEM
SLICKED BACK HAIR FOR THE GUYS IN THE CROWD
DON'T BE AFRAID..PLAY THE MUSIC LOUD


DANCE AND REMEMBER ABOUT HAVING FUN
WHEN THE JUKEBOX PLAYED!!









 


I Picture Me There

By Mary (MusingByMary@aol.com)





Rock n Roll music
filling the air . . .
Bee~boppin' Lula
Picture Me There ~


Twisting with "Fats"
groovin' the groove . . .
WOW, ain't it cool
learnin' to move ~


Fifties relivin'
those innocent days . . .
popular Doris Day
The Rage Miss Patti Paige~


Johnnie Ray & Frankie Laine
both were the best . . .
ahhh, I remember so well
and all of the rest ~


Poodle skirts standin'
with stiff crinolines . . .
peg~legged drapes
were really "the~in" ~


Pony tails ~ duck tails
'twas rock n roll's birth . . .
just to recall it
seems Heaven on earth ~


I Picture Me There
in those days long ago. . .
only in dreams now
or "home~movie show!









 


The Fifties

By Bob (C1ydeBunky@aol.com)





I am somewhat hesitant to write to this picture because it conjures up a memory of the past thirty or forty years; a memory of my READING and HEARING ABOUT about the 50s, juke boxes, sock hops, poodle skirts, etc.

I did see juke boxes in restaurants, and we had one in our student union building, but otherwise I don't recall seeing them around much. I never heard of a sock hop at the time, but understand they were held in school gymnasiums where one wore socks to protect the gym floors. I never ONCE saw a poodle skirt, and to this day am not sure what they looked like.

I know that almost every one is nostalgic about the 50s, but I can't recall anything of note happening then. I was not in the mainstream of students, where all that must have happened. We had had beautiful music in our lives, cut short by a musicians' strike which kept us from hearing almost nothing but Stephen Foster songs, and by the time the strike was settled, a new vicious sound was in vogue, and melody, as such, had gone by the wayside.

Entertainment became visual with the advent of nationwide television, and, since people don't know what they like, but rather like what they know, the new music, dubbed "rock and roll" took over by default. It was no longer necessary to have quality in sound, but rather necessary to excite the viewer visually and the listener rhythmically, pretty much taking society back artistically to primitive times.

The picture is nice, but the memories are not necessarily pleasant!








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