Post by DELILAH on Mar 17, 2007 23:30:57 GMT -5
t h e p l o t
the rain keeps on coming down
it feels like a flood in my head
and that road keeps on calling me
screaming to everything lying ahead
These are the good years. Where Buddy Holly is what you hear girls
squealing over on the radio, when girls wore poodle skirts and the
guys had crew-cuts. Televisions with little to no color and records
seemed to be the only way to enjoy the good old music. That's right
it's the fifties. A time when life seemed to be so much easier, peaceful
and just fun. In the city of, Charleston, with its elegance and southern
charm it is a typical American city in this era. High school dropouts
were the norm and with a huge divide between the working class and the rich
college was looked to be for those with the money, though scholarships
still applied for everyone.
And so to those who made it to college, they’d most likely end up in
one of the most prominent schools in the city. Either Ashworth College,
a school for only the young ladies of the day, to learn cooking, etiquette
dancing and the arts and then of course Beasley University for the strapping
young men who would become the leaders in the world. And behind this picture
perfect life there were an abundance of problems. Girls were looked at to only
be good for marriage and providing children, no success, no high paying jobs
those were for men. Social rules were law and if you didn’t follow you were
an outcast. Yet there are always those willing to defy. With secret romances,
horrible feuds, being disowned by the parents for disobeying a rule.
With inter school mingling, with dance lessons and nights out on the town.
The young adults of the day are redefining themselves one social rule at a time.
Just trying to find their own way; down the path of their choice.
And it's a winding road
I've been walking for a long time
I still don't know
Where it goes
[*lyrics © bonnie sommerfield]