That Old Time Rock and Roll

I’m a child of the fifties.

Circle skirts, sweater sets, saddle oxfords, bobby socks. For a brief period, I even wore a DA hairdo. For you young folk, DA stands for Duck’s Ass. The blond boy in the movie version of Grease had one. The side hair is combed to the back and a part runs down the middle, ergo the name. One of the boys, Greg, I think it was, cultivated a Jelly Roll, with the hair combed over in the front the same way a DA was in the back, only longer. It was too difficult to maintain, so he gave it up.

In Detroit, we girls either wore pony tails or we had DA hair.

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We listened to Chuck Berry and Little Richard. California music, Buddy Holly, etc., was not our thing. The Detroit DJ of choice was Frantic Ernie, sponsored by Thunderbird Wine. “How’s it sold? Good and cold. What’s the price? Forty-four twice.” If you accidentally swallow poison and need an emetic, Thunderbird’s your choice. Added alcohol put it as high up the scale as 20%. Drinking more than a half-bottle was guaranteed to have you hugging the commode inside a half-hour.

When he was a teenager, it was my husband’s second favorite drink—cheap and potent. He preferred beer, but Thunderbird would do if beer were unavailable. The boys would stand outside the liquor store and give a drunk a dollar to go inside and get it for them. As his reward, the drunk kept the change and got the first pull, within limits. Let him drink for two seconds, and if he didn’t surrender the bottle, grab it away—without spilling any, of course. Back then, there was no such thing as herpes or the corona virus.

The boys wore khakis, white tee-shirts, and Stacy Adams shoes. The shoes had to be so pointed you could stomp a roach in a corner. They also (the boys, not the roaches) wore DAs or flat-top or butch haircuts. The difference is that flat-tops were kind of long on the sides. Butch was short all over, but combed to stand straight up on top. There was also the Greaser, long and combed into a pompadour—inspired by Elvis. My husband favored this one.

Lots of things were inspired by Elvis. Two-tone or gold lame jackets, for instance, but my Lonnie didn’t go for that. He was awe-struck by the red jacket James Dean wore in Rebel Without A Cause and bought the first one he could find, paid for by his job setting the marquee at our local movie house.

Eisenhower was the president, and he didn’t do much, which was exactly what America needed at the time— do what’s needed and let the rest alone.