It was called that because there were a lot a children conceived on the sands of its loins. If you wanted to get laid, go there when the moon draped its shores with fresh ambience. The young and exuberant, faithful to their need to live out on the edge, would go there because that's where the party was. It was secluded enough that the noise was of no consequence, and the parents and cops hadn't discovered it yet. It was 1959, and we were living the Summer of our lives.
The last time we went there, it had shrunk so far that we couldn't even stand on it. Diane and I looked at its muddy shores, and dreamed of the old days. It wasn't recognizable. Things aren't the same anymore. Nowadays, you have to cross the river to the Illinois side, where ISU Beach is fermenting the Hops of the youthful exhuberance. The thrill of risk is gone because of birth control, but the party continues. Maybe things never will change.
The '50s were an interesting period - it represented that interlude between WWII and Vietnam era - it was a time of incubation and yet also a time for sloughing off the old...
Yes you are right when you say mothers never stop loving.Thank you for visiting my blog.I have now bookmarked your,I plan on reading it quite a bit. Mike.
by Michael (PM , CC ) on Sunday June 29, 2008 @ 6:29 PM
AZRON, I love that time. I guess it was my wildest period. I didn't grow up until they drafted me! I was a divorcee, with two kids, and a lot of time on my hands. Shit, then I had to grow up! Joe
by joesblog6 (PM , CC ) on Monday June 30, 2008 @ 1:01 AM
Whit, In the case of Marernity Beach, true, "you can't go home again". Suddenly the 50's were gone, and I was too old for playing around. One year later I was married. Could be onr of the kids were conceived at MB. God, I was stupid! Joe
by joesblog6 (PM , CC ) on Monday June 30, 2008 @ 1:04 AM
Hi Joe! So nice of you to stop by my blog :-) it has been awhile, I try to make ::rounds:: but something always seems to sidetrack me so when I saw your comment to me I came straight on over.
I miss the ::good old days:: the fun, crazy, simpler times. If only we would have listened to our parents then when they would say things like ::if I knew then what I know now::
Time flies by way too quickly, as does our youth, our vigor and it wouldn't be so damn bad maybe if our minds always went too BUT they seem to stay in the musky, patchouli blended pasts to remind us how much we miss the days and times we thought would never, ever end.
I think I shall dream awhile about Incense and Peppermint, wont you and your wife pull up a blanket and sit next to me in the grass while we all look up at the heavens and laugh as we reminisce about our youth, and our fond memories. Sounds good to me, how about you?
Hope you are doing well!
Lyrics for the youngins' who haven't a clue~
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind. Dead kings, many things I can't define. Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind. Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.
Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns. Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around. Look at yourself, look at yourself, Yeah, yeah. Look at yourself, look at yourself, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah.
Tune-a by the cockeyed world in two. Throw your pride to one side, It's the least you can do. Beatniks and politics, nothing is new. A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.
Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind. Dead kings and many things I can't define. Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind. Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.
Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Joe - yes it seems that there are some things that indeed do not change and yet others that seem to change rather drastically. It is an interesting life indeed - June
Reba, I go back a little further, but I get the point. For me, it was just prior to the 'age of relevance, in other words, BD, before Dylan! That scraggly haired boy changed everything. Music then, was a piece of motion, and happy sound. Doo wah diddy was fine with us. It seems like over night, we suddenly grew up. We became more relevant than our elders. It was a crack in time. Joe
by joesblog6 (PM , CC ) on Monday June 30, 2008 @ 11:20 AM
Hi Joe, OK I got ya ::smiles:: I bet you remember this one well then!
This was such a sad time for me when I heard of the demise of these great legends in their prime.
You see my oldest brother was 21 years my elder, the youngest brother was 18 years my elder, I often call myself ::multi generational:: due to this.
I never regret that I have such a diverse affinity for music of all sorts because of this. I remember a lot from my parents and siblings who were more than old enough to be my parents so I had my parents ::generation:: my brothers ::beatnik:: generation, then of course my psychedelic era interjected in my ::bones::
Hope you feel better Joe, I read on last night about the flooding and the loss of your ::buddy:: to suicide and all that your going through, I hope things brighten up a bit.
It is said their is always light at the end of the tunnel, I just keep searching for the tunnel so I can ::look to find a reason to believe:: and as I search my soul, I listen to my ::mandolin winds:: gently calling my name.
Oooh, Reba, I like that. My era spand the birth of rock and roll, to the 'Folks", and into the hard metal. But my heart will always be with "The Spinners".
Is there a happier sound than Rubber Band Man? Do do-do do do-do do do do do-do! Joe
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You know that you can't go home again.
Mike.
I love that time. I guess it was my wildest period.
I didn't grow up until they drafted me!
I was a divorcee, with two kids, and a lot of time
on my hands. Shit, then I had to grow up!
Joe
In the case of Marernity Beach, true,
"you can't go home again". Suddenly the
50's were gone, and I was too old for
playing around. One year later I was
married. Could be onr of the kids were
conceived at MB.
God, I was stupid!
Joe
So nice of you to stop by my blog :-) it has been awhile, I try to make ::rounds:: but something always seems to sidetrack me so when I saw your comment to me I came straight on over.
I miss the ::good old days:: the fun, crazy, simpler times. If only we would have listened to our parents then when they would say things like ::if I knew then what I know now::
Time flies by way too quickly, as does our youth, our vigor and it wouldn't be so damn bad maybe if our minds always went too BUT they seem to stay in the musky, patchouli blended pasts to remind us how much we miss the days and times we thought would never, ever end.
I think I shall dream awhile about Incense and Peppermint, wont you and your wife pull up a blanket and sit next to me in the grass while we all look up at the heavens and laugh as we reminisce about our youth, and our fond memories. Sounds good to me, how about you?
Hope you are doing well!
Lyrics for the youngins' who haven't a clue~
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind.
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah.
Tune-a by the cockeyed world in two.
Throw your pride to one side, It's the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind.
Dead kings and many things I can't define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints.
Sha-la-la, sha-la-la....
Love & Light~
Mistress Reba
I go back a little further, but I get the point.
For me, it was just prior to the 'age of relevance,
in other words, BD, before Dylan! That scraggly
haired boy changed everything.
Music then, was a piece of motion, and happy sound.
Doo wah diddy was fine with us.
It seems like over night, we suddenly grew up. We
became more relevant than our elders. It was a crack
in time.
Joe
OK I got ya ::smiles:: I bet you remember this one well then!
This was such a sad time for me when I heard of the demise of these great legends in their prime.
You see my oldest brother was 21 years my elder, the youngest brother was 18 years my elder, I often call myself ::multi generational:: due to this.
I never regret that I have such a diverse affinity for music of all sorts because of this. I remember a lot from my parents and siblings who were more than old enough to be my parents so I had my parents ::generation:: my brothers ::beatnik:: generation, then of course my psychedelic era interjected in my ::bones::
Hope you feel better Joe, I read on last night about the flooding and the loss of your ::buddy:: to suicide and all that your going through, I hope things brighten up a bit.
It is said their is always light at the end of the tunnel, I just keep searching for the tunnel so I can ::look to find a reason to believe:: and as I search my soul, I listen to my ::mandolin winds:: gently calling my name.
Blessings Friend~
Reba
I like that. My era spand the birth of rock and roll,
to the 'Folks", and into the hard metal.
But my heart will always be with "The Spinners".
Is there a happier sound than Rubber Band Man?
Do do-do do do-do do do do do-do!
Joe