Musings of an Eisenhower Baby
What it is. What it is, to those of you born during the Eisenhower and Kennedy administrations. Kindred spirits, for us the sands of time are running through the hourglass at an accelerated rate with no outstretched hand to turn it over and begin anew. Not enough time. Time is running out.

Walk Down Memory Lane
Rotary Dial Phones – especially the Pink Princess phone in my parents’ bedroom
Transistor Radios — portable and cool
S&H Green Stamps — Too much licking and sticking
Drive-In Movies — Dr. Zhivago
Ed Sullivan — I only really recall the little mouse Topo Gigo
Mitch Miller — Everyone in my neighborhood watched just to see Leslie Uggams.
Lawrence Welk – hated him, but my parents loved him so I had to watch
1964 World’s Fair – My Dad took me and all I remember is the animatronics Abraham Lincoln
Records: 78s, 33 1/3rds, 45s
RCA Magnavox TV with the tubes
Walter Cronkite
Huntley/Brinkley
Ralph Kiner and Lindsey Nelson
Johnny Carson, Steve Allen, The Jackie Gleason Show, The Alfred Hitchcock Show, The Million Dollar Movie, The Twilight Zone, One Step Beyond
St. Josephs Asprin for Children
Fletchers Castoria
Rheingold Beer
Schaffer Beer
Yes I do remember the jingles that went with both beers. No my parents did not allow me to partake.
Wattstax
The Automat – Through the small glass displays you’d choose your food selection and put in your quarter for a tasty meal. My Dad used to take me there all the time.
But with the passage of time and golden memories comes the passing of friends, family & co-workers who left way too soon while only in their 40s, 50s & 60s. I hate to pick up the phone or read my messages on Facebook for fear of hearing about another death. A close girlfriend from my previous job died last year of a massive heart attack at age 51 leaving behind her husband and three children. That scared and upset me so badly.
I had my own brush with death at age 49 on Nov. 7, 2008. My blood pressure had shot up to nearly 200 on both the upper and lower numbers. I had the worst headache of my life and I lost sight in my left eye. As I lay in the emergency room on that gurney my life literally passed before my eyes. The damage to my vision was so bad that I was blind in my left eye until I had retina surgery Jan. 2010. Some of my vision was restored but I will never be able to see the way I used to. Had to give up driving. There went some of my youthful freedoms.
I always thought time was on my side. Never thought I would become ill or disabled, however my DNA laughed at me. The very things my parents had that caused them to die in their mid-60s caught up to me and my brother. Genetics makes you reevaluate everything; past, present and future. When I turned 50 in 2009 I realized I had lived more than half my life and wasn’t going to live another 50 years. That’s when the race against time began.
Since I do have a chronic illness and suffer from chronic pain, there is definitely a sense of urgency to get everything done before these diseases snuff out my life. In order to accomplish my goals I’ve had to make critical changes in my lifestyle. I must watch what I eat, stay away from negative people, stand up for myself, and get my priorities in order. I’ve been fortunate in that my family came to live with me last year. I finally had to admit I couldn’t do certain activities on my own anymore and needed help. That’s another revelation, admit you need help and go get the help. Too much pride will kill you.
We Eisenhower and Kennedy babies have said countless Goodbyes to our parents, the Greatest Generation. That wonderful generation prior to ours who suffered through the Great Depression, WWII, the Korean Conflict, and Jim Crow to pave the way for us to have opportunities they could only dream about.
Now we pick up the banner and hopefully pave the way for the Millennials who are the future while still reaching forth for our hopes, dreams, & goals. Children born in the 50s & 60s raise your bottles of L’Oreal and Clairol high; and to paraphrase the 5th Dimension Let’s enter into the Age of Aquarius while flying Up, Up, & Away in our Beautiful Balloons!!
As a child of the Roosevelt (Franklin, not Teddy) years, I hear what you’re saying. I remember when a hamburger and coke cost thirty cents, and you could get a big cookie from the jar on the counter for a penny. When you live a long time, it’s alway hard to say goodbye to those who leave – I’ve done it with two younger brothers and more friends than I care to count.
How long you live, though, is less important than how well you live. Live each day as if it was the last, experiencing everything that the day has to offer, and then, when you go you can do it with a satisfied smile. Strive to do good to everyone and leave the place just a little better than you found it.
Who knows, with the science of today, you could very well have 50 more years, so make every one of them count.
No I didn’t think you were from the Teddy Roosevelt generation unless you drank from the fountain of youth!! LOL!! If for some reason God does allow me to live another 50 years I hope I still have my good looks. No looking like a wrinkled dish rag for me. Like the Carly Simon song says, “I’m so vain.” Loved your comments. Made me smile and laugh out loud! Thanks!!
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