Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Good Times

Growing up, my Father would often entertain us with stories about growing up in the fifties. The pictures he painted for me were so vivid, I could almost see him riding his bicycle to the barber shop his Grandfather owned in Broad Ripple and sneaking under the fence to go to the Indiana State fair every summer. Rolled up blue jean cuffs, white t shirts and a crew cut; life was so innocent then.

I wanted so badly to be transported back in time to live in the fifties. I watched Grease more than was good for me and had my Grandmother make me a poodle skirt which I wore every time there was a costume party. Although, now I've learned to accept the fact that this was meant to be my time on Earth, I'm still enamored with all things fifties. And every summer, I'm reminded of the movies I've watched and the stories my Father told me about that time and I'm taken back, if only for a little while.

It's usually the music that does it for me. I have a favorite playlist that I made the summer I lived with my parents while Jeremy was in Kuwait. I would like to share some of my favorite songs with you....enjoy

I dedicate all of these songs to my Father, who for me, created a world with words and in turn taught me to do the same.

And the artwork on this video....well, it can only be classified as pure genius. ;)


Lauren said...

I have always wished that I could have grown up in the 50s... wearing poodle skirts to the sock hops, going steady and hanging out at the soda shop, back when making out on Lover's Lane was the risque thing to do. Oh age of innocence... where have you gone?

Jillian said...

It has gone the way of the VHS and unitards....into the annals of history.
But I say we reclaim it! Now...if I could only start acting like a lady.