Adultery.
All the crud dumped on the United States from world War II started permeating into the culture.
I was born in the mid-50’s.
Don’t remember a thing.
Textbooks were generally well-written. Librarians were helpful.
A scene that one sees in some 50s and 60s movies is the teens jumping into and piling in to a convertible and they sit on the back where the roof goes in with their feet on the rear seat.
That was real, there was so little oversight of a lot of personal behavior in America regarding personal risks.
What were the 1950s like?
People wore letterman jackets, ate burgers and drank milkshakes made by Mel and served by Flo, and rocked around the clock. The rebels did the same thing but their jackets were leather and they jumped jetskis over a shark. Wearing leather jackets.
Well, there was a whole lot more depth to it
than just one song by Bill Haley...
You had a surplus of young men and young women, who prior to WWII, would have had jobs or raising kids.
It seems reasonable that the teenage culture started after WWII.
I was very young but it seemed every woman wore a dress....men wore suit coats and ties to church...I can still smell the coffee grounds being ground up at the A&P....
Government-enforced integration
Civil-rights movement funded and orchestrated by Communists
US meddling in Korea, Iran, and the beginning stages of Vietnam
Was born before 1950 remember it well, but I have a hard time remembering what happened yesterday lol
Things were kinda tough if weren’t born into wealth. During haying season by the time I was 7, I worked driving a tractor pulling the bales from sunup to sundown, always milking the cattle (usually 50 or so) morning and night. Ranch life was always more to do than we could.
We were out in the sticks so no TV until about 1960, the first station was built about 1956 would watch when we would go to town and visit the cousins.
Moved to “town” in about 1960, less than 1000 people was on the Northern Pacific Railroad an uncle was station agent got first SS card in 1960 washing dishes at the local hotel still working today 64 years later.
Always needed to work on the families ranches while in school until I joined the Army during the Vietnam era.
I remember the 50’s as basically working to survive....
2 tv channels -— ABC and NBC. Didn’t get CBS til the mid 60’s. Girls couldn’t wear slacks to school (except snow pants under our dresses) til the 70’s. No shopping on Sundays, except a few neighborhood mom and pop stores, and Robert Hall, til late 60’s.
Read later.
Kids were disciplined.
Not out of the norm
where a spanking in a
grocery store when
warranted, was carried
out.
Home before the street
lights came on, and God
forbid, back-talking.
Which earned extra duties.
McDonalds hamburgers
10 for a buck, milkmen,
mail order Sears and Roebuck
availed a ten year-olds
first rifle, hot rods,
roller skating, abortions
we’re taboo and the
perpetrators married.
Little league baseball,
and Saturday’s neighborhood
ice cream trucks. Gay was
in the bedroom, shut the
door, and shut the hell up.
Went to school in a two room schoolhouse. The teacher would teach both my parents and all 7 of my brothers and sisters in her long career.
Played outside most of the time. TV had to warm up before you saw a picture. When a tube broke in the back it could be several weeks before we could get a new one. Dad would often read to us at night as we laid on the floor listening to him. Favorites were Mark Twain and Charles Dickens.
The fifties, despite its charm and innocence, was the first decade when the United States became fully fascist in the true sense of the definition. We became the United States of all the big corporations that helped kick Hitler and Tojo’s asses. The sixties was when people started to figure this out.
As a kid I enjoyed a fearless freedom unknown in today’s America.
I was born in January of 1950. Although we were quite poor, my memories of my childhood are very fond.
You wore dungarees with engineering boots, you wore the pantlegs outside the boots and you rolled or folded the jean cuffs inside out so they were just above the foot of the boot. You wore a very wide black belt with a large steel buckle and you wore a white tee shirt with your pack of cigarettes rolled up in the shirt sleeve. Of course you combed your hair with a dab of Brylcreem in it.