Saturday, November 26, 2011

OUR FIRST DATE somewhere in the mid 1950's

                                                            OUR FIRST DATE 
   I did this drawing on my algebra book cover in the 9th grade.  Guy was standing next to Ruskey, his car, and my first car date.   Ruskey was a cool two toned stick shift Chevy with a police radio.  My  best friend Lu Lu and Guy's best friend Buddy also grace my algebra book cover.  When they introduced Guy and I when I was 14 and Guy was 16.
               
                                                                       CAR DATE
                           It's almost eight,  I can't be late.
                           Guy's picking me up for our first car date.

                           Guy was 16___duck tails, red wind breaker and shark skin shoes.
                           I was 14___pony tail, bobby socks and cheeks of pink hues.
                         
                           We are on our own, he, James Dean and I, Natalie Wood
                           If there is something we could then is it something we should?
     
                           Guy drove a two toned stick shift Chevy, Ruskey was his name.
                           We were eager to play the grown up game.

                           His left hand on the necking knob, cigarette between his fingers,
                           Right hand on the gear shift__I felt a since of danger.       

                           My poodle skirt and petticoats filled the front seat.
                           "Oh, Guy can you see the pedals to know where to put your feet?"

                           His sent of Dentyne & Old Spice mixed in the air with
                           my Colgate & perfumed spray for my hair.

                           Our first night on the town, crank the windows down.
                           Tune in the Rock & Roll and turn up the sound.

                           Green lights, red lights twinkle in the night.
                           The city was in full swing much to our delight.

                           A quick stop at Carlson's to take a little break.
                           Two Dr. Peppers, one bacon burger and one chicken fried steak.

                          We didn't have a plan and we had no place to go,
                          So we followed the voice on Guy's police radio.

                          There was a car wreck on Seventh St. and a break-in on East Lancaster.
                          Which way should we go?  Which call should we answer?

                          We had already watched the planes land at Carlswell from the top of the hill.
                          And walked through the Zoo in the dark for a thrill.

                          Of course we didn't have a watch and there were no cell phones.
                          But the clock on the dash warned Guy, "It's time you get Cynthia home!"

                                       What were my parents thinking?
                                                                                 Cynthia Powers  2008

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Introduction to My Site

    My name is Cynthia Powers.  Fifty years ago I married my high school sweetheart, Guy.  This site is about our true life experiences together.  Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
   We live in Metro City and Guy was always my superhero.  Everybody loved Guy.
I describe Guy as a mix of Steve Maqueen, James Dean and Pee Wee Herman.  He looked great in his red wind breaker, was always on the move &  plotting our next adventure.
   I describe myself a want-a be Natalie Wood but somewhere between Sandra Dee and Maw Kettle.  I was extremely gullible, madly in love and domestic to the core.  All I ever wanted was to make a home for Guy, Bucky and Missy, fed the dog, water the garden and milk goats.  However I believed whatever Guy said and followed his lead where ever it took us.
                        Thus, "The Extraordinary Adventures of an Ordinary Housewife."
    
   
                                                                                        Cynthia Powers