The Leave it to Beaver TV Show

Someone asked me who those people were in the previous post....well, do you remember the Leave It To Beaver ????


Jerry Mathers as the Beav...
Tony Dow as Wally


The full cast of boys, grown up.....

NO !!! Say it isn't so...

I woke up feeling great this morning then someone sent me this........... has to be a doctored picture. They couldn't possibly be that old because I'm only...............hmmmm

Does anyone know where these are sold?

There is a moral to this story.....read on.

What a wonderful Summer Time event. Jeff, Suzy, Laney, and Cameron Kyle swung into my place on their was to Southern California for their "first ever, Big Road Trip Vacation". I was so excited when they called and said they were about 30 minutes away and they had driven it in 13 hours. Jeff Kyle "You are THE MAN". But more about that in a few minutes.
We hugged and hugged, I almost fell over when I saw how much Laney had grown since the last time I saw her. I pinched Cameron's cheeks, which I must say, nearly embarrassed him to death because he barely remembered me.
(Jeff, please note I got your business number in the photo. So folks, for all your insurance and financial planning needs, call Jeff)


Next morning we headed for Marin County to see Mark and his family. We have all known each other for years but because of distance we haven't visited much in recent years.What a great visit we had. Laney rode with me and we chatted like crazy.



The little boys bonded and played...................

And the big boys bonded and played................

When all of a sudden there was screaming from the back yard...."HELP!!, there's a SPIDER in the play car.....HELP!!! I think it's a black widow SPIDER....HELP US!!!!" The kids were freaking out.


Dianna hollers at Mark....."eewwww...will you go and see? I hate spiders and you are the Dad." But alas, Mark was busy cooking breakfast.


Jeff hollers from the living room, "I am 'the manly man' and I will go and see". He runs out back to the yard, singing the Mighty Mouse song, "Here I come to save the day"....
"QUICK! Somebody get me a jar! I want to save it and look at it", he yells into the house from the back yard. After a tense struggle with various instruments, he yells, "CAPTURED!!!!! Victory is mine!!! It is MY kill."
(Personally I thought those phrases were saved for shooting big game in Africa, but whatever)


Let's look at it and see if it really is a black widow..........


"Let me in, let me see," squeals Suzy.



"Eeewwww. That really freaks me out," Jaylin snarled. "Sure, you are the hero now Jeff, and THAT spider is dead, but what about the spider's family that probably still lives in my back yard." "That really troubles me."


Jeff proudly displays the spider which he now refers to as "MY CAPTURE."

The parents announce, "Let's all go to the pool, and cool off and forget about all this spider business. We will have such a good time!!! Come on kids, get your suits and towels and let's get in the car. Hurry up!"



"Here we are having such a wonderful time with our friends." "See, we are
swimming and laughing and taking pictures and laying out in the sun." Well most of the family is, but notice on the right hand side of this photo... ...."Hmmmm, I may be little but don't try to cheer ME up Folks, cuz I know those darn spiders are probably waiting for me to come home again....."

MORAL TO THIS STORY:
So there ARE spiders as well as fun when you are on vacation.

I WON! I WON! I WON!.....

I have never won anything in my life and I was just notified that I won a random drawing for a quilting book. It is the newest book called Hop To It by Edyta Sitar, a very popular speaker and quilt maker.
Below see some of her work and also the link to the blog where I commented and won. It pays to read blogs and comment. At least it did me.





http://www.quiltmaker.com/blogs/quiltypleasures/2009/07/13/hop-to-it/

Soooo, you think you're too old and can't exercise

I guess it's never too late to start.....


Check out this little sweetie....he's adorable.
http://inspirationmanifestation.com/206/100-year-old-amazing-tennis-player.php

A good way to spend a Friday afternoon....

The phone rang around 11:00 and it was Dianna, my daughter-in-law, and she was on her way to Santa Rosa with her mother, Irene, and her oldest son, Tobin. They wanted to know if I would like to join them on a little trip to Healdsburg to pick up some wine for a friend of theirs.
Armida is snuggled away at the edge of Healdsburg and some of the initial directions even confused Irene's GPS system. We drove up and up a winding road to the top of a hill and there it was. Beautiful!!! I took this picture from the deck where we sat and ate the lunch that Dianna had packed and surprised us with..........


It is a given with this family, outing = camera........


See what I mean........



Amazing how green and beautiful it is since this is such a warm climate....



As Dianna stalks another victim to shoot.....with the camera....


Checking out the pictures taken.......see, it's all about the pictures!!!!



Ahhhhh......our ride is here and it's time to go. What a lovely little surprise for me.


NO ! ! !......not our ride, but that's how they do it around here. You join a Wine Country Tour and go from winery to winery in style, letting someone else drive.

1953

Were you a kid in the Fifties or earlier? Everybody makes fun of our childhood! Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-somethings shudder and say "Eeeew!" But was our childhood really all that bad?

Judge for yourself:

In 1953:

The US population was less than 150 million ... Yet you knew more people then, and knew them better ...And that was good.

The average annual salary was under $3,000 ... Yet our parents could put some of it away for a rainy day and still live a decent life ...And that was good.

A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents ... But it was safe for a five-year-old to skate to the store and buy one ...And that was good.

Prime-time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie and Harriett, and Lassie ... So nobody'd ever heard of ratings or filters ... And that was good.

We didn't have air-conditioning ... So the windows stayed up and half a dozen mothers ran outside when you fell off your bike ...And that was good.

Your teacher was either Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins...But not Ms Becky or Mr. Dan ... And that was good.

The only hazardous material you knew about ... Was a patch of grassburrs around the light pole at the corner ... And that was good.

Most families needed only one job ... Meaning Mom was home when school let out ...And that was good.

You loved to climb into a fresh bed ... Because sheets were dried on the clothesline ...And that was good.

People generally lived in the same hometown with their relatives ...So "child care" meant grandparents or aunts and uncles ...And that was good.

TV was in black-and-white, if you had TV at all ... But all outdoors was in glorious color... And that was certainly good.

Your Dad knew how to adjust everybody's carburetor ... And the Dad next door knew how to adjust all the TV knobs ... And that was very good.

Your grandma grew snap beans in the back yard ... And chickens behind the garage ... And that was definitely good.

And just when you were about to do something really bad ... Chances were you'd run into your Dad's high school coach ... Or the nosy old lady from up the street ... Or your little sister's piano teacher ...Or somebody from church ... ALL of whom knew your parents' phone number...and YOUR first name....and even that was good.

Through the Knothole

What could have possibly been behind that fence that could have sent all those mature women, scrambling, climbing, lifting someone up, risking injury, possibly breaking the law.....................

Here it is.........a house!!! Was it a celebrities house? No.....just a house.
Albeit a nice house......it's just a house. Girls, we need to get a life again.

The Caper

Isn't this a beautiful scene! How picturesque! It was taken by a friend who has joined up with the notorious "Biddys" of Washington State. She is not old enough to be a true biddy but she is a "Biddy Buddy" and we all love her. She takes beautiful pictures........the scene is the Pacific Ocean in all it's glory. The occasion, a week long outing with some of the Biddy's and some "Biddy Buddys".


Isn't this a lovely picture of a group of mature women, walking the beach, enjoying the camaraderie, the smells, the sand, the sun, the spiritual friendships, God's glory..........


"Oh Look! What have we here? Is that property that adjoins the beach? Let's go up and see who lives there.....come on you guys, up here.......follow us."

"Wow, this place is awesome! Look at the beautiful house and look at the beautiful landscaping.
I know we can't get in but let's just peek through the knot holes and cracks in the fence."

Farkle Face says, "You guys, I really want to see in there, isn't there some way to get in or at least get a better look?" Someone else replies, "No, we are too old and mature to break into someone's yard.......aren't we?"

Well, guess not because obviously this Senior Citizen, with a little from her friends, scaled a wall, and.......


reached inside and unlocked the gate.......

Don't believe me......see below!!!

And the really funny thing is the fact that these women are all in their late 60's and have been pulling these sort of shenanigans for most of their lives and now we have the pictures to prove it. Thanks Cbev for providing me with so much laughter.....I truly felt like I was there.

Celebrating My Girlfriends...."the Biddys"

I really love my friends. Since I had such a small family, my girlfriends have always been my "family". I have spent as many holidays at their houses or their family's houses as I ever did my own growing up.
You can't pick your siblings but you CAN pick your girlfriends and I have done a wonderful job of that. (not good at picking a mate but really good at picking my "Pals")
This isn't a picture of us. It could be if we had known each other when we were this age.


We are all about the same age, give or take a few years, but other than that, the differences start......High brow, low brow, and everything in between. Fancy tastes, home-style tastes, in the middle tastes and in some cases, no taste at all. But we won't go there as this is a tribute not a roast. NO, this isn't a picture of when we were younger. Trust me, we never looked like this!!!!!
We have been through love affairs, broken hearts, broken parts, divorces, loss of parents, the loss of a child, diets, diseases like Cancer, that are really scary and others that are just pesky. We have shared with each other, gotten angry with each other, cried with each other, prayed with each other but most of all we have laughed and laughed and laughed. Pulled jokes, pranks, and some down right dirty tricks stealing treasures from each other. We have baby sat for each others kids, animals, relatives, including the newest generation, the grand kids. We have ridden together in hot cars, old trucks, RV's , on motorbikes, buses, airplanes, and on horses side by side.
Now here is a more believable picture. Ha ha haaa!!

We have secret sayings like "who's a pompus ass", and "the older we get the goofier we get" and there is always, "the men may come and the men may go but we've still got each other". When someone says it, we all crack up, much to the amazement of those who don't get it.
We had added new people over the years as we really are a loving group and if you can stand us then we guess we can stand you. But you gotta be able to laugh or be laughed at and to see the humor in the mundane. It's just part of being called a "Biddy".

We have a new generation of Biddy's.....our daughter's and daughter-in-laws and hopefully they will carry on this wonderful tradition by being Itty Bitty Biddys or Biddy's in training. I know one, for sure cares this title proudly.

Since I branched off and headed to California I have had the good fortune to find another wonderful group of friends here in Santa Rosa. The SR chapter of Biddys are a fine group of ladies who are loving, supportive, and also love to laugh.

Here is to all of you, My Dears, and I hope and pray that the last time we see each other in this life will not be the last time we ever see each other.
Thanks for so many wonderful years and many, many more to come.

'Good friends are like stars.........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there'

Small Town Parades (by Attebetty)

Age is really relative.

It's about 1981. A gorgeous Saturday in June. As was usual back then; I was spending the weekend at Kathy's place.

Kathy and I had a date to meet friends at noon and go riding (I think....) We got up early, fed the horses and decided to go to Duvall for breakfast.

My new son-in-law Russel loved my hot, blue '73 Chevy short box, step-side, truck with deep dish mag rims and headers. I, in turn, loved his little bright yellow Triumph Spitfire sports car. We often, traded cars for the weekend.

Kathy and I had the Spitfire and the perfect weekend for it. We took the top off and headed to town.

At that time, Duvall had only one block of secondary street on the west side of the street.

We turned west off the main road and parked between the Restaurant and a Nursery. We had a leisurely, breakfast and then cruised the nursery.

We spent enough time in the Nursery to forget which car we came in. I got a real deal on a 6 foot tall flowering cherry tree, in bloom and Kathy got an azalea.

As we headed back to the car; we noticed there were a lot more cars parked on our back street. Then, we heard bands and engines tuning up.

Kathy remembered it was the day for the Duvall Days Parade. It starts at the south end of town, goes down the main street and turns onto the bridge that goes west out of town.

We had a good laugh when we spotted our car. We considered leaving the tree at the nursery but I found space for the root ball behind and between, the seats. We settled the tree in. It looked quite pretty sticking about 3 feet above the seat with pretty pink blossoms hanging over our heads. Kathy had the azalea on her lap. We started up to the street to find the parade was going down the main drag and we were stuck on the side street! We were going to miss our company if we had to wait for the entire parade to go by!

As Kathy said about 7 years later, "Sheesh! The older we get, the Goofier we get".

I took a second to teach her how to wave like the Queen. (No hand flapping. Just a rigid, rotating, 'high sign'...). Told her to smile no matter what, found a gap and shot onto the street between a float and a band!

We were that little yellow 'float' decorated with hanging, pink blossoms, with two 'dignitaries' smiling and waving side-to-side to the crowd and one of them holding an azalea on her lap..

We were in the parade for about 4 blocks. As the parade turned onto the bridge, we went straight and sped out of town towards Kathy's.

We laughed all the way home and made it in time to go riding.

Ohhhh Yeah!!!!

From L to R, Trudy, Pdot, Joybelle, Horsey Gal, Ellen, Tanya, Farkle, Cherie, Attebetty

Don't you just love a plan when it works!!!!

My friend, Attebetty, with her superior intelligence, has always intimated that she can't be surprised. I picked up that gauntlet, so subtley thrown down, and was determined to surprise her for her Birthday. See, I live 618 air miles away from my Pals.

On April 20th Attebetty turned 66. I tried to get there to surprise her on that day but it didn't work out. So we hatched up another plan. Horsey Gal hosted a Belated Birthday Party for Attebetty. And unbeknown to her, I had flown in.

Well, all the old friends gathered together for lunch over a week after her Birthday and some said they even mentioned the only thing missing was me. Little did they know I was getting closer and closer by car driven by my DIL, Tanya..

We arrived about an hour after all had gathered. We parked and I bent over to keep the top of my head out of sight. I opened the back door and as soon as I did, Horsey Gal started to walk towards the door then turned around and loudly said, " I feel like singing' and started singing Happy Birthday. I came in the door partially hidden by her and then she stepped aside as I got right in front of the VERY SURPRISED guest of honor seated at the dining room table. She just sat there staring at me for about 30 seconds until her brain could catch up with what was going on. She jumped up and started to cry and ran around the table to hug me. Gotcha!!!

The sign in the front was a gift to her and we all wrote on the back.

Attebetty's Wild Ride OR How Did We Live Thru It? Part 1 (see below for 2 & 3)

I was 10 in August 1953. We lived in a trailer park in Marysville. It was Friday.

My 'cousin' (not my cousin.....but how we know each other is too confusing for normal people to grasp....) had tricked out his old bike for me. It was a boy's bike. Probably close to 10 years old by this time. He was 7 years older than me. Big, fat tires. Wide fenders. Darryl had re-painted it Ticonderoga No. 2 Pencil yellow with a paint brush. He put on so many coats, you could see each brush stroke and the paint was 'spongy' when pushed on.

My sister Vera had the cool, blue & white bike with narrower tires. And, it was a girl's bike. I always took it when we went somewhere without Vera. This day, she wanted to go with us.

Karen Kloster, Vera and I went up to the Quil Ceda golf course to steal pie cherries from the tree in front of the Restaurant/Pro Shop located about 300 yards up the steepest hill in the Marysville area. I was wearing a navy & white polka dot bathing suit with a little attached, flouncy skirt. I was skinny as a rail and had a afro long before they were 'in'. My curls were so tight, my Dad used to laugh and say the back of my head looked like a 'sheep's butt'. (Picture a dandelion.... skinny stalk, huge fluffy, top....)

I was straddling my bike quickly, picking cherries and stuffing them down the front of my bathing suit, when a waitress stepped onto the porch of the restaurant and yelled, "You kids get out of here before I call the cops!!" We peeled out of the parking lot and took off down the hill. I was first.

It was to be a quick ride down to the 'T' in the road at the bottom of the hill and a sharp right onto the road home. As I hurtled down the hill; my bike rattled alarmingly. Then the handle bars loosened up to the point where I couldn't steer. Then the chain flew off and hit me in the ankle as I flew off the bike, across the road, with the handlebars in my hand, and down about 10 feet towards an electric, barbed-wire, 3 strand fence!

I hit all 3 strands full force, then slid down and sprang back off to the ground.

How did we live through it? Part 2

As I lay there, I became aware of my surroundings and heard a loud shrieking, noise above me. I stood up and looked down. My left leg had a 'chunk' missing about 3 inches below my knee. The missing part was about 3 inches high and wrapped around to my calf on both sides. It had chunks of dirt in it but no blood. Looked just like a piece of meat when you cut into it.  

There was a lot of blood coming from 10-12 shallow cuts from hip to knee, on the upper thigh of the same leg. I didn't feel all that bad though. (I was already in shock). I looked up to the road, to find out what the shrieking sound was. It was Vera. She was hysterical! I started to climb the hill to try to calm Vera. I was a bit surprised to find the left leg wasn't working all that well. I climbed, dragging the left leg behind me. I got to the top and stood up. The sight of me upset her more and started my friend Karen screaming too!!  

(note: At this point, a woman came out of the house across the street. She looked over, pulled her mail out of the mailbox, perused the envelopes, looked back over at me and walked back in her house!!! Dad had a 'nice talk' with her a few days later....)  

As I was trying, unsuccessfully, to convince Karen and Vera that I was fine, a shiny, black '50' or '51' Chevy sedan pulled up and stopped. The driver got out, ran around the car and knelt down in front of me. He looked at my leg, stood up and took off his belt to wrap it around my upper leg. I remember standing there wondering what all the fuss was about. The man was a State Patrol officer on a drive with his Mother. His name was J.J. Harvey.  

He told Vera and Karen to go home and asked me who my doctor was. He got me in his car between him and his Mother and sped off. I was already a car freak at 10. I loved the speed. I was enjoying the fast ride when I felt a 'twinge' in my stomach. I reached down and lifted the little skirt on my suit to discover my abdominal tissue and maybe, part of my intestine, was spilling out onto my lap...... Harvey's Mother took one look, muttered faintly, "Oh...Jay..." and fainted! J.J. looked over at my lap and said 'That-four-letter-word'. (First time I ever heard it). Then he punched the gas and we screamed, honking the horn, the next 8 or 10 blocks to Dr. Barnes' office. More speed! Even more fun!!  

Dr. Barnes called an ambulance and my Mom and started to patch me up for transport. He must have given me a sedative shot because I don't remember anything until I woke up in the ambulance. The siren was screaming. There were two men up front. The driver and passenger. My Mom was on a little bench in back, near my head. She looked terrified!  

I looked out the window and saw a sign for one of the funeral homes on Lombard. I muttered to Mom, "....am I dead....??" She looked down and said I wasn't and we were on the way to Providence hospital. I had an uncomfortable feeling in the front of my bathing suit and reached in the top to remove the cherries. They were all mashed up and juicy. I pulled out a big handful and held them out to Mom. She took one look and pitched forward in a dead faint! The passenger saw it too. He swore and jumped to the rear to grab Mom and my hand. He was white as a sheet! Then, he took a closer looked and said, "Pits....There's pits...!" He pushed Mom's head up and started gently slapping her face, saying, "Pits....It's pits! Look!" as we drove up to the hospital.  

They must have sedated me more in the Emergency room. Next thing I knew, I was waking up from 6 or 7 hours of surgery. I was in the Pediatric Ward and a nun was standing over me. She got Mom and Dad. They were fussing over me when I noticed dad had a band-aid on his earlobe. Apparently, when he arrived at the hospital someone thought he was there to give blood. He thought I needed blood and went along with the nurse. She pricked his ear to type the blood as he asked how I was. The mistake was discovered. They put a bandage on his ear and sent him to the waiting room.

Part Three...

Note: When Dad got back to work on Monday there were beans stuck to everything in the lunch area. The men used to put unopened cans on the potbelly stove and take them off when they were warm, for lunch. Dad forgot he had them on the stove. They eventually, blew up and spattered beans everywhere.  

I was always so reckless and goofy that they already knew I am allergic to catgut. Dr. B. came in to see me and told us he stopped counting at about 1500 stainless steel stitches. My leg had a cast all the way up to my hip, I had tubes coming out of my leg and my stomach, stitches on the cuts up my leg, stitches in cuts all the way across where my legs and stomach meet, and stitches from one side of my stomach to the other.  

Note: They all itched and I got in trouble for scratching the ones under the cast on my upper leg with an unbent hanger....  

The stay at Providence seemed like fun to a kid. Except when a grizzled little man with an electric saw and a unlit cigar came in. He plugged in the saw and began to saw on my cast!! No one told me he was there to make an access 'door' to the biggest leg wound. I let out a scream, scared him. He kept sawing though. The nuns ran in and told me what was going on.  

Then there was the time Doc B. tried to pull out a 'stitch or two' on the same wound. I was adamantly, against it and somehow summoned more strength to lift the entire cast and kick him in the chin hard enough to cause a life-long scar he never let me forget.  

The rest of the 2 weeks I was in hospital were fun as I remember it. Getting up earlier than the kid with the broken leg next door, to get the 'good' wheelchair. The other one was an old cane job that always lost the hall races. The girl that was my age, in the bed next to me, was supposed to have complete bed rest. She got up and jumped on the bed from the minute the door closed to whenever someone came back in.  

Once I got home I was the Diva of the trailer park. The kids fixed up a wagon to tow me around so as not to miss any of the park fun. Another 'lackey' followed along carrying a folding chair. We were like H.R.H. on Progress.  

About a week after I came home a pick-up game of Tag football started. Sides were chosen and the game began. I was ensconced on my 'throne', the Queen of all I surveyed. Blanket across my lap, 'Lackey' at my side to run for my needs. Meanwhile, one of the kids gets the idea that the other side could be thrown off and not apt to grab my ribbon if they put me in. Okay...at 10; it was a great idea. I joined the huddle. As we broke, I stumped off down the 'field', caught the ball and turned to keep stumping towards the end zone. Apparently, one of the kids on the other team (I think it was Tom Eddy...) wasn't as afraid of my situation as was originally thought.... He TACKLED me!!! Used to happen a lot. ("Oops! I forgot it's Tag Football...." was heard quite often). I will never forget the reaction of my Mom and the way Doc. Barnes screamed, "You were playing FOOTBALL???? 

Final note: This area was so much smaller then. My Aunt and Uncle lived in Astoria, Oregon. My accident was mentioned in their local paper.

Doo Wop

Doo Wop Oldies Quiz:

(answers below)
Thirty great memories about music that caused our parents and teachers grief! Take the quiz and see how you score a true ''Oldies Fan.'' Write down your answers and check them against the answers at the end. Don't cheat, now!

1. When did ''Little Suzie'' finally wake up?
(a) The movie's over, it's 2 o'clock
(b) The movie's over, it's 3 o'clock
(c) The movie's over, it's 4 o'clock

2. ''Rock Around The Clock'' was used in what movie?
(a) Rebel Without A Cause
(b) Blackboard Jungle
(c) The Wild Ones

3. What's missing from a Rock & Roll standpoint? Earth _____
(a) Angel
(b) Mother
(c) Worm

4. ''I found my thrill . . .'' where?
(a) Kansas City
(b) Heartbreak Hotel
(c) Blueberry Hill

5. ''Please turn on your magic beam, _____ _____ bring me a dream."
(a) Mr. Sandman
(b) Earth Angel
(c) Dream Lover

6. For which label did Elvis Presley first record?
(a) Atlantic
(b) RCA
(c) Sun

7. He asked, ''Why's everybody always pickin' on me?'' Who was he?
(a) Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
(b) Charlie Brown
(c) Buster Brown

8. In Bobby Darin's ''Mack The Knife,'' the one with the knife, was named:
(a) Mac Heath
(b) Mac Cloud
(c) Mac Namara

9. Name the song with ''A-wop bop a-loo bop a-lop bam boom.''
(a) Good Golly, Miss Molly
(b) Be-Bop-A-Lula
(c) Tutti Fruitti

10. Who is generally given credit for originating the term ''Rock And Roll''?
(a) Dick Clark
(b) Wolfman Jack
(c) Alan Freed




11. In 1957, he left the music business to become a preacher:
(a) Little Richard
(b) Frankie Lymon
(c) Tony Orlando

12. Paul Anka's ''Puppy Love'' is written to what star?
(a) Brenda Lee
(b) Connie Francis
(c) Annette Funicello

13. The Everly Brothers are . . ....
(a) Pete and Dick
(b) Don and Phil
(c) Bob and Bill

14. The Big Bopper's real name was:
(a) Jiles P. Richardson
(b) Roy Harold Scherer Jr.
(c) Marion Michael Morrison

15. In 1959, Berry Gordy, Jr., started a small record company called...
(a) Decca
(b) Cameo
(c) Motown

16. Edd Brynes had a hit with ''Kookie, Kookie, Lend Me Your Comb''. What TV show was he on?
(a) 77 Sunset Strip
(b) Hawaiian Eye
(c) Surfside Six

17. In 1960 Bobby Darin married:
(a) Carol Lynley
(b) Sandra Dee
(c) Natalie Wood

18. They were a one hit wonder with ''Book Of Love'':
(a) The Penguins
(b) The Monotones
(c) The Moonglows

19. The Everly Brothers sang a song called ''Till I ______ You.''
(a) Loved
(b) Kissed
(c) Met

20. Chuck Berry sang ''Oh, ___________, why can't you be true?''
(a) Suzie Q
(b) Peggy Sue
(c) Maybelline


21. ''Wooly _______''
(a) Mammouth
(b) Bully
(c) Pully

22. ''I'm like a one-eyed cat . . . .."
(a) can't go into town no more
(b) sleepin' on a cold hard floor
(c) peepin' in a seafood store

23. ''Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do . . . . ..''
(a) cause there ain't no answer for a life without booze
(b) cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
(c) cause my car's gassed up and I'm ready to cruise

24. ''They often call me Speedo, but my real name is . .. . . . .''
(a) Mr. Earl
(b) Jackie Pearl
(c) Milton Berle

25. ''You're my Fanny and nobody else's .....''
(a) girl
(b) butt
(c) love

26. ''I want you to play with my . . . ''
(a) heart
(b) dreams
(c) ding a ling

27. ''Be Bop A Lula ....''
(a) she's got the rabies
(b) she's my baby.
(c) she loves me, maybe

28. ''Fine Love, Fine Kissing ....''
(a) right here
(b) fifty cents
(c) just for you

29. ''He wore black denim trousers and . . ..''
(a) a pink carnation
(b) pink leotards
(c) motorcycle boots

30. ''I got a gal named . . ..''
(a) Jenny Zamboni
(b) Gerri Mahoney
(c) Boney Maroney





Answers: Don't look until you've answered all of them.




1 (c) The movie's over, it's 4 o'clock
2. (b) Blackboard Jungle
3. (a) Angel
4. (c) Blueberry Hill
5. (a) Mr. Sandman
6. (c) Sun
7. (b) Charlie Brown
8. (a) Mac Heath
9. (c) Tutti Fruitti
10. (c) Alan Freed
11. (a) Little Richard
12. (c) Annette Funicello
13. (b) Don and Phil
14. (a) Jiles P. Richardson
15. (c) Motown
16. (a) 77 Sunset Strip
17. (b) Sandra Dee
18. (b) The Monotones
19. (b) Kissed
20. (c) Maybelline
21. (b) Bully
22. (c) peepin' in a seafood store
23. (b) cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
24. (a) Mr. Earl
25. (b) butt
26. (c) ding a ling
27. (b) she's my baby
28. (a) right here
29. (c) motorcycle boots
30. (c) Boney Maroney