Wow. That was just 50 years ago.
“…I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went
down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom
turn all golden in the sunset….”
– Langston Hughes,
The Negro Speaks of Rivers, (1920)
written when he was just 18 years old