Small Towns in the Fifties

 

Small Towns in the Fifties

Tight pants were forbidden. Baggy trousers were the rule.
And if you ever broke it, they sent you home from school.
Even the most nervy girls didn’t take the chance
to show up in assembly wearing sexy pants.

There were no vivid colors in our little town.
The houses that weren’t painted white for sure were tan or brown.
All the local color resided in its folks.
Their foibles and their oddities comprised the local jokes.

Gullible new arrivals were sure to take the lure
and all the timeworn stories, therefore have to endure.
The time that Arlan Boe did this and Ellen Jones did that.
The time that Shirley Carson put Bon Ami in Dolph’s hat.

The trick that old Jeff Halverson played on the new teacher.
Crank phone calls that the Watts boys made to the new Baptist preacher.

It seems rules of propriety extended just so far.
In a small town what you look like matters more than what you are.

 

Prompt words today are baggy trousers, lure, forbidden, nervy and brown. (The names and acts are all fictional, although the message perhaps is not.)

10 thoughts on “Small Towns in the Fifties

  1. bushboy

    That is so true Judy. Small town know it all. In my small town the main drag was Larry the cross dresser πŸ˜‚ Thanks for joining in πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      Ah. No crossdressers in my town, at least in public. First crossdressers I ever saw were in the Aussie movie. Damn. What was the name of it? Years later I saw the stage play in Sydney. Gotta look it up. My memory is dissolving. Aha!!! Priscilla, Queen of the Desert!!!

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  2. Lou Carreras

    My in laws would sit in the dining room on Sunday and watch people drive by, and identify them individually. then there’d be a discussion of where they were going and why. You know…important stuff.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      Exactly the same in my town. People would leave their drapes open so you could look in and they could look out at you looking in. Driving around was the main activity in town. For both adults and teenagers. When we got older we’d even drive to neighboring little towns.

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