1950s Nostalgia

It took three minutes for the TV to warm up?

Nobody owned a purebred dog?

When a quarter was a decent allowance?

You’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?

Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?

You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time? And you didn’t pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot?

Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box?

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?

They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed… and they did it!

When a 57 Chevy was everyone’s dream car…to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady?

No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?

Lying on your back in the grass with your friends… and saying things like, ‘that cloud looks like a… ‘?

Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?

Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger…

And with all our progress, don’t you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace, and share it with the children of today.

When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home?

Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

And our summers were filled with bike rides, Hula Hoops, and visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.

Didn’t that feel good, just to go back and say, ‘Yeah, I remember that’? I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a Double Dog Dare to pass it on…To remember what a Double Dog Dare is, read on…And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.

Send this on to someone who can still remember Howdy Doody and the Peanut Gallery, the Lone Ranger, the Shadow Knows, Nellie Bell , Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk.

How Many Of These Do You Remember?
Candy cigarettes…

Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside…

Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles…

Coffee shops with Table Side Jukeboxes…

Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum…

Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers…

Telephone numbers with a word prefix… ( Yukon 2-601). Party lines…


Hi-Fi’s & 45 RPM records…

78 RPM records…

S&H Green Stamps…

Mimeograph paper…

The Fort Apache Play Set…

Do You Remember a Time When Decisions were made by going…

Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, ‘Do Over!’?

‘Race issue’ meant arguing about who ran the fastest?

Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening?

It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘Best Friends’…

Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot?

Saturday morning cartoons weren’t 30-minute commercials for action figures?

‘Oly-oly-oxen-free’ made perfect sense?

Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?

The Worst Embarrassment was being picked last for a team?

War was a card game?

Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?

Taking drugs meant orange flavored chewable aspirin?

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived!


~ by yougottobekidding on February 19, 2011.

6 Responses to “1950s Nostalgia”

  1. Memories of a distant more innocent time. Sad to know that they are gone forever now.

  2. Where did you get that first photo? That’s my grandmother in the middle!!

    • Most of what I get just kind of appears in my Inbox. In this case, a friend send me these pictures. He got it from a friend who got it from a friend who… You get the idea. I get dozens of Emails with interesting stuff each day, the bulk of which ends up in the Wastebasket. But a small percentage of it is worthwhile to share with others (IMHO of course) so it ends up here.

      I’d love to tell you its origin: perhaps there would be others in the original sender’s collection that would be of interest. I’d love to give credit where credit is due; rarely are there notes about who the photographer was, the circumstances under which the photo was taken, or things of that nature. I also look to see if there is anything marked a copyrighted and cull those from the post to make sure I honor the copyright holder’s right to his or her work.

      Sorry I can’t give you more info than that, such being the nature of the Internet.

      • The copyrighted photograph of the two girls in the gym suits is being used without my express written permission. Please remove it. Here is the original source. If you would like to continue using it, please contact me to discuss compensation.

        Saying that you “got it from someone who got it from someone” doesn’t give you right right to publish content without permission.


      • My apologies. I do my level best not to use copyrighted material. There was nothing on the photo that indicated it was copyrighted which is why I used it. I have removed it as requested.

      • Thanks for taking it down. Someone stripped the copyright info from the metadata and the photo has gone viral.

        The best rule of thumb is not to publish a photograph unless you took it yourself or have written permission from the person who did.

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