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Oh, to be young in
the 1950’s! After centuries of having to house several generations under one
roof, society turned affluent. Suburbs sprang up. Mothers still sewed,
collected buttons, and patched jeans, but there wasn’t the same degree of
desperate poverty, nor the same craving for status.
Today, of course,
we are richer still: Gone our 1950’s need for heirlooms, good china, and
wearing jeweled broaches. In my favorite decade clothing became classic and sensible:
T-shirts began to edge out button up shirts, business suits came in two pieces,
not three. Classic. Boys and girls exchanged slacks and wide skirts for blue
jeans. Sensible. On weekends folks began wearing running shoes. Remember?
It was a boom time
when people were excited about having a regular life, echoed in magazines like Homemaker and Popular Mechanics. Everyone knew what was true, good and normal.
Everyone except for communists and beatniks. Today, of course, ladies magazines
like Oprah’s are full of questions and options and the search for a good life,
as if society doesn’t know anymore what everyone should do.
Such fun! Students
had cruising, sock hops and soda counters. An affluent media exploded with kids
music, and kids stories: kids in the new suburbs, (by Beverly Cleary) doing
high school athletics, (Chip Hilton) serving in hospitals, (Cherry Ames) on
ranches and summer camps (Walt Disney’s Spin
and Marty) and even in outer space. (Tom
Corbet, Space Cadet, first as a radio series and then on the tube) Kids
were living like Archie and Betty at Riverdale High. At school you could go in
for (a) sports and cheerleading, or (b) student council. It was a heady time; someone
even wrote a book called Is There Life
After High School?
Looking back, the majority of students, who were neither
(a) nor (b), must have felt left out, like how a person today reports feeling
left out and surrounded by an immense White Anglo-Saxon Protestant majority. Today
high schools are presumably better, because they include diverse identities allowing
a kid to feel OK, including: Goths, artsys, poets, glee, drama, band, anime, high
fashion, freaks and geeks, audio and video, intramural and extramural sports, cheerleading,
computers, rock bands, rappers, workshop, science… and of course, chess.
The 1950’s teen
heroes were earnest… future members of the Rotary club and the Moose… never
losers, rebels or sarcastic nonwinners.
If a community in
the 1950’s had less diversity, then at least it had a nice calming simplicity,
like a tidy living room. In 1950’s the cowboy hats of Hollywood showed little
diversity of shape, varying only by color. Speaking of hats, back then people
left their religious beanies and bonnets at home until Sunday. Not until the 21st
century, in a community as diverse as a teenager’s messy bedroom, did I see hijabs
blossoming. I hear that in American cities the minorities are now the majority—but
I hear they are turning inwards, away from each other. Too bad. Now is the time
to make a society we can all belong to… while I miss the 1950’s.
Sean Crawford
Calgary
July
2016
Footnote: How affluent we
are. I grew up with a darning handle and hoop around the house, I can dimly
remember my mother darning socks. Now a 21st century self-help book,
entitled How to Walk in High Heels subtitled
The Girl’s Guide to Everything by
Camilla Morton contains this: (page 368)
Darning Socks
“No one darns
socks any more, so this as a perfectly ridiculous skill to want to learn. If
you find you are wearing a peep-toe pair, discard immediately…”
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ReplyDeleteThese two identical comments from the Chinese mainland are capitalist, not communist, so I removed them.
ReplyDeleteAny good communist would be offended.
The comments were loaded with politically incorrect links to capitalist places.
Sean. The 1950's were simple for me growing up in New Brunswick. Diversity meant you were either French or English, Catholic or Protestant, Liberal or Conservative. When I moved to Ontario in the early 1970's I was shocked to see and work with so many different ethnic groups. I also was introduced to the NDP a group of people who baffled me then and continue to baffle me today. Thank you so much for your thoughtful commentaries. I enjoy them each and every week when I am able to get good internet service.
ReplyDeleteHi Cindy,
ReplyDeleteThank you for the positive feedback. Essays are like public speaking. Last week at Toastmasters, for our "introduction question," we went around the room, each member standing up, saying our name and why we were renewing our membership.
I was almost last. I made people laugh by saying that everyone else had good serious lengthy reasons, "... and as for me? I like getting attention!" —and sat down.
My post next week will mention how I too was shocked, shocked I say, to move from the country to the big city and meet diversity. —hey, I just got my title: Lingering Ethos and Liberation.
See you in August!