Oh My My

Today I saw Ringo Starr in an interview on television.  He's promoting his new book of photos taken while he was a Beatle.

(Do you think he dyes his hair and beard?)

Strangely enough, the book is called Photograph.

Ringo was always the Beatle I liked least.  He was kind of the "As Seen in Wal-Mart" type of guy, always trying to be more than he was, always trying to get attention.

My favorite Beatle was George.

Mind you, this goes back to first grade!  For Show and Tell, I brought a 45 rpm of Day Tripper.  Other kids in my class brought 45's of She Loves You and other Beatles songs, so Mrs. Dennison finally called a halt.

I got wind that Dana, a boy in my class, was going to have a Beatles party at his house, but Mom wouldn't let me go.  I was heartbroken.

Other girls in school got short white go-go boots to wear; the perfect thing when dancing to Beatles music!  Plastic "wigs" came out, kind of like a mask for your hair, in the shapes of John, Paul, George and Ringo's hairstyles.  There were cartoons on Saturday featuring The Beatles.

Boys were instructed that their hair couldn't be longer than an inch above the shirt collar.  Girls were told that mini skirts were outlawed.

The Beatles were a horrible influence on the youth of the day, or so our teachers thought.  Long hair and mini skirts!  Boys would end up being hoodlums, and girls would get pregnant out of wedlock!  Shameful!

So it was in the 60's.  And today, FIFTY YEARS LATER, I still remember it all.

I told Hubster today that I couldn't believe I was old enough to remember The Beatles' first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show.  I remember being irritated because I couldn't hear the music for all the screaming girls.

Oh my.  I am old.