Greenwich Village... Sort Of
If I lived in The Village in the 1950's, surely I would have had some bongos. Maybe I would have used the rhythm to accompany a little poetry. No poetry for me today, but I celebrated the Beat Generation by pounding along with an old album titled "Skins". It had a 10-cent tag on it from when I bought it at a St. Louis thrift shop in the 1970's. (Why? Because I was talking an African dance class in college and I thought I could practice. ) So here I am in a black turtleneck, beret and bare feet, drumming on the floor. Could I fool anyone with this photo? No. I don't look serious enough.
57 Celebrations of the Fifties!
April 9, 2014...My BYB!
I don't remember the 1950's, since they ended when I was 2. But since I turned 57 today and this is my BYB (Birth Year Birthday) I'm going to just appreciate the flavor of 1957! My goal is to celebrate in at least 57 simple ways throughout the year! I will dabble in the fashion, the foods, the music and the culture of those times...just for the fun of it!