Launched after World War ll, we became the first wave of baby boomers.
Born to win and teased by change, we searched for identities, questioned authority, and marched for freedom.
We expected the Best in our American dream and share a mosaic of memories.
Here are a few:
"I remember Mama . . . and the day when Dagmar put her elbows on the table," the television program began.
Lucky Strike meant fine tobacco. A boy dressed in a red coat and a box hat called for Phillip Moraaaace.
Gloreous George glorified wrestling, loved by grandmothers.
Russians sent Sputnik into the skies.
We went into orbit with Alan Shepherd and John Glenn.
A father knew Best. Ozzie and Harriet defined values and behavior for American families.
With the key from around our necks, we unfastened our metal skates and nailed them to a long board, with one set of wheels at each end.
At school sirens tested our air raid skills forcing us under desks until the all clear. Parents wearing gas masks marched in front of the schools to protest the arrivial of "smog" created by automobiles.
We sang, "Brusha Brusha Brusha with Bucky Beaver.
Paying $3 per car at the drive in movies, we paired or double dated, fogging the car windows.
Car hops rushed on roller skates at drive-ins for food, delivering burgers and double thick chocolate malts.
We wriggled on seats at corner soda fountains sipping cherry cokes.
Nehis and hog dogs, Pez candy, and Bosco added to our diets.
Doris Day and Rock Husdon romanced from twin beds.
The Mouseketeers amused with Annette.
We sang the Monster Mash with the Purple People Eater and danced the mashed potato, the twist, and
Ed Sullivan celebrated Elvis and the Beatles.
See you later alligator. In a while crocodile.
Joan Baez strummed in coffee houses and sparked our souls to peace.
Beatniks arose. Then we had hippies.
Madras and tie-dye. Lava lamps.
Sonny and Sher made the beat go on.
Nehru jackets, bell bottoms and huge daisies sprouted. VW buses went on the road to Woodstock and free love.
We glorified flower power wearing love beads of mellow yellow and jolly green.
Then rushed to "feel he warm" with McKuen and read, The Profit by Gibran.
Aretha. Mic and the Stones.
Hendrix sent us into a purple haze as our world flashed in strobe, black light nd psychedelia.
Lucy in the Sky and Along Comes Mary sent cryptic messages.
Ban the bomb.
Feelin' groovy or burning bras.
Some protested war fought in a far jungle. Others left for Canada or Mexico.
Too many heroes died. So many returned in pain.
Too many heroes came home to rejrection.
Hello darkness my old friend.
Simon and Garfunkle promised a bridge over troubled waters.
Watts erupted ro remind us of our differences. Kent State fueled our angst.
Gas sold for 25 cents a gallon.
We watched the moon landing with victory leaps for humanity.
We mourned the loss of JFK, Bobby, and Martin.
Beyond our confusion, we created true freedom, discovered the Best within ourselves.
We became the Best and our Best goes on.