|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Symbols of the passing of innocence *Jerry*
so well said...and well worth the memories!!!
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|There really was a beautiful innocence to the fifties...too bad it got lost in the race to the new millenium! Nicely done, Jerry..
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|I was too young to appreciate Elvis as a singer but I used to walk to the theater with a buddy to see all of his movies though not much interested in girls at the time. Patrick|
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|ohhh...thats fabulous...50s sure were innocent but I miss my 70s..in school..fun days..picnics,abba...and our heros..great write. Best wishes,neerja|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Had I been just a bit older, I could have been that girl in the pink dress, I was gaga over Elvis...
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|subtle and penetrating, a conformity
and established order about to give way to
a more 'liberal' way of doing and seeing,
a breakdown of barriers and values..
nicely suggested, Jerry, with the right touch
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Hey, I have a 1967 chevy camaro convertible..and it is fire engine red..(60,000 miles on the original engine) anyway, back to the poem, I love when the sky is upside down...this is a 'classic'|
|Reviewed by Richard King
|I like the way you just sort of allude to things rather than coming right out and saying it, yet your meaning always seems to come through. Dick|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|YESTERDAY AND TODAY...THE CHANGE IS CERTAINLY REMARKABLE AND...SAD. THANKS FOR SHARING, JERRY. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|love this "fall of the debutantes" write, Jerry, which is very intriguing to my British eye. The 50s were all about the "order(liness) of the day" and a rigid conformity to the preoccupations with protocol of a generation who had never known the "teenage" phenomenon... But it just took one brazen and showy exhibition of phallic appeal to change all that for good... Love the contrasting control and understatedness you exhibit in the form you have chosen to bring to us, by one small leap of imagination, into the hot, sweaty heaving arena of screaming, teeming, fainting, fitting female awakening and arousal. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!! :)) xx|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|My cousin, Art, looked like James Dean and had a 55 red Chevy convertible. I'm sure he knocked the girls out with his cool, But he had a dirty little secret. He was a bed wetter and died young.
A little bit more reminiscing?
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Nostalgia comes in many fashions and trends. Age seems to to do that. Yet, there is always the simplicity of the drawing boards, the initial reason and purpose that determines the picking up of the tool that will best fix the moment to memory. And of course, there is the paradox of discomfort and pleasure associated with most we remember. Probably safe to say we all have our pick dress moments.|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Although, I was born in 1966 this is sure a splendid stroll down memory lane of those days and of that era Great write Laura
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
Ah the fifties, a simplier time or was I just to young to know better. Thanks for the trip into memories.