What Summer Looked Like in 1950s in America
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- What Summer Looked Like in 1950s in America
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I love cars from the 1950's.😊😊
Then I would suggest to watch Highway Patrol, Code 3, M Squad and so many other 50s series available on RUclips. You will enjoy the atmosphere, the cars, clothes, everything. You’ll be in the Fifties!
At 14, now 71, I bought a 1953 Chevrolet, 4dr sedan, 6 cyl, 3 speed manual on the column, for $50. I drove it when my parents were gone. I learned a lot, especially in Winter.💺
I love the cars in the 50s, too. The '57 Chevy Belair and the 1949 Ford are my favorites
@ gerardosalazar161-- Highway Patrol is one of my favorite shows from the 1950's. I have seen many episodes on RUclips. It's a great show if you want to see many different 1950's cars, as many scenes from this show have people driving somewhere.
Dan Mathews ( Broderick Crawford) always catches the crooks within 30 minutes. 😊😊
Society was definitely normal then!! I was born in 1946. Summers were idyllic. Riding my bike, roller skating all over the neighborhood, playing jacks on our front porch, and I was a good jacks player, going to the park for recreation and crafts! I grew up in Takoma Park, MD. Right around the corner from actress Goldie Hawn. Those were special times, growing up in the 50’s….
You have a picture of people in line to see Jaws in the summer of 1975. I was there.
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Nice, well put together documentary. Thank you.
I was a kid the 1950's. It was a great time and wish I could go back. Society was normal back then.
No, it wasn’t. It was Apartheid America. Fear of the other and discrimination as part of government policies.
That's what American dream is all about 😉
Yea, if you’re white in a white mans world. Live the American dream with your eyes closed.
Life was simple. Neighbors and friends enjoyed each others company. Today, people love chaos and always condemn other people to start arguments. Sometimes, I wish it could be that way again.
Hah, you're whitewashing a lot
Buying the saccharin tv version
@@renag9475Exactly. It wasn’t what it seemed. ‘Leave it to Beaver’ and ‘Father knows Best’, without people of color or different cultures, because they were not allowed to participate, even if they were American citizens and had rights under our Constitution. It was a World I lived in as a kid and lapped it up,as a child living under television skies. What a joke. People look back with nostalgia. It’s almost pathetic.
I was born in 1948, so the focuses that are covered in this short video do speak to a lot of my experiences growing up in the 1950s, when I was between the ages of two and 12, in Columbus, Ohio. We lived in a new, post-war subdivision house of 1,100 sq.ft., but with a basement (and my folks had to contract out separately to have a garage and paved driveway put in). And everyone else in our neighborhood was in the same socio-economic class, with similar purposes in mind for taking advantage of the post-war prosperity, including have one child a year, until the house was bursting at the seams! But we sure had a lot of friends to play with in our neighborhood! ~ One thing that you mentioned were the library readings, which got me thinking about the bookmobile that used to come into our neighborhood once every few weeks during the summer time. It was a big green van, probably 50 feet long, and you went inside to find all kinds of books on the shelves. In its day, it was quite a unique experience to have a library-on-wheels. Also, concerning reading, I remember my mother subscribing for my sisters and me "The Weekly Reader" for some summer reading experience. I believe it came once a week and had various stories and puzzles and so forth to look at, but I was more interested in playing outside than reading at that time in my life. ~ It is not true that a number of people had backyard fallout shelters. There was probably some concern, some feeling of uneasiness, I'm sure, among the parents in that era regarding the "Cold War" issues that seemed ever-present; however, in reality, I don't think very many families across the nation put in these fallout shelters in their backyards. ~ We had a small shopping center several blocks from our house, and in the drugstore there was the typical soda fountain in the back with the counter and the stools. That is where I tried my first cherry Coke, for 10 cents, and that was exciting. And I used to buy my candy bars there. A decent size Butterfinger or Baby Ruth candy bar was a nickel; the larger size of each one, that would often give me a stomach ache if I ate the whole thing at once, cost 10 cents. And on every Saturday morning, religiously, my dad would walk into my bedroom and put two dimes on the top of my dresser, and that was my allowance for the week to come. Not bad, when you could buy four candy bars with it, or you could buy a cherry Coke at the soda fountain and two candy bars; or you can take the dime and turn them into 10 pennies, then put them into the gumball machine to get 10 pieces of round, sweet gum, and maybe a trinket or two. ~ And on a given summer's evening, my mother would give me a "permission" note and 25 cents, and I would bicycle to that same drugstore, where I would present the note to the clerk , who would in turn take down a package of Lucky Strike Cigarettes, then take my quarter, give me the cigarettes, and I would bicycle back home to give them to my mother. ~ What I had hoped you would have covered were the kinds of games that we used to play with friends and siblings, inside the house and out in the neighborhood. We're talking about "Jumping Jacks," "Monopoly," "Old Maid" card game, the card game called "War,"; and the "Solitaire" card game; and "Kick the Can" at dusk; and "Hide-n-Seek"; and "Cowboys" and "Army Men." And although not a game, on a warm summer evening in the Midwest, you would ask your mom for a clean jar and then go out and catch lightning bugs. ~ And then there were the campouts in the backyards in flimsy tents. And you would scare yourself by watching "The Twilight Zone" TV show on a Friday night, and then go out into the back yard in the dark and snuggle deeply in your sleeping bag...only to get up at 2:00 a.m., and wander around the neighborhood because that felt like total freedom! What your parents didn't know didn't hurt them. ~ And we had our 24-inch or 26-inch one-speed bicycles that we rode all over the place, having all kinds of adventures; and putting playing cards on the spokes that were held in place with clothespins to give that clapping noise, making you feel like you had a very "energized" bicycle; because you could imagine your bicycle to be just about any kind of transportation you wanted! ~It was all about what your imagination could think up! And in that decade, it seemed like our imaginations as children knew no bounds; there would always be unlimited possibilities; and it often depended on what friend had the greatest idea or the best thought about what to do next. That's what made it such an exciting time to live in for me as a child. ~ I just wished that, because you zeroed in so many accurate details of the 1950s decade, as I had experienced them, you had been able to spend more time and develop each one of those examples a little more thoroughly, because this was an interesting video. ~ (But in your narration, I wished you had not used the words "iconic" or "icon." No one who does narration on their various RUclips channels seems to know how to use a thesaurus to find more original, fresher replacement words for those miserable, tired cliches!) ~drs (09/10/24) Rohnert Park, CA
Thank you for sharing your personal experiences from the 1950s, they add so much richness to the details I touched on in the video. I especially loved hearing about the bookmobile and your memories of the neighborhood games, as it paints a vivid picture of post-war America and the creativity of childhood back then. Your insights about the era’s simplicity and imagination are truly fascinating. I’ll definitely keep your feedback in mind about expanding on these points and will consider freshening up my word choices in the narration for future videos. Thanks again for your thoughtful comment!
@@time_chimpe I feel so honored that you were willing to take the time to read this bit of autobiographical history that I posted yesterday. I do look back on that time with a great fondness and a deep, abiding love for all the opportunities that were offered, not just for me, but for my whole family. While living in Columbus, Ohio, my father worked at North American Aviation as a mechanical engineer (although I don't know what he did for actual work because I was too young to know to ask, and most of it would have been classified, anyway). His work provided us a very comfortable lifestyle, allowing my mother to be a "stay-at-home-parent," and our family prosperity afforded us the opportunity to take wonderful vacations, especially at Christmas time when we had two weeks off from school. During the winter school break in 1957, we piled into our 1956 Dodge Coronet four-door sedan (w/ an org. M.S.R.P. @ approx. $2,250), which included my two older sisters and my one-year-old brother, and we headed to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, to stay "on the beach" in a motel with a kitchen. And it was at that beach where I learned to swim in the ocean and to learn the "technique" on how to break through the waves by turning sideways.Then in 1959, my dad took us to Sarasota, Florida, specifically Siesta Keys on the Gulf side, and we enjoyed the same kind of experience of staying in a most pleasant (and modern) motel with kitchen privileges, also on the beach. While there, we also had the chance to visit the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus Museum that's in Sarasota, which was also considered "the winter resting/stopping place" (my words/interp.) for the circus itself--to simply take a break. We went to an outdoor market one late morning--now this is in late December and the temperature was about 78 degrees, and my mom picked up an orange the size of a large grapefruit; she wanted to share the moment of this exciting discovery with me. ~ My dad really took the time to introduce us children, which eventually became five of us by the time 1960 came around, to these kinds of cultural experiences. But it wasn't just the traveling by automobile that he loved so much. Both he and my mom loved to see historic places, like Dearborn, Michigan, and Henry Clay's mansion in Kentucky, or seeing Nashua, the famous Kentucky Derby racehorse, in his stall at Spinthrift (sp?) Farms in the famous "Bluegrass Region" of Kentucky. And then the unforgettable trip that our family took in the summertime, in 1958, to Niagara Falls. We got to ride on a boat called "The Maid of the Mist," which required that we put on yellow raincoats because the boat would get up very close to the falls, and we would get quite wet. That was a thrilling experience for a young lad like myself, at age 10; and then at night we could enjoy the colored lights that were projected onto the waterfalls, creating a magical scene. And we stayed in a nice motel close to that area. ~ Those were the days, too, when, if we were down in Florida and you saw a car with a license plate from your state--we were from Ohio, and we saw a family also from Ohio, it would be quite an event; and you would talk to these people with great animation, and they would instantly become just like family, or your next door neighbors! So automatically a momentary kinship was formed! That's how exciting and special automobile travel was in that decade. And I still have my postcard collection from those experiences still with me. ~ Living in Columbus, Ohio, during the 1950s, we often took car trips up to Akron to visit my grandparents on both sides of the family. That trip was done on only two-lane highways; and it took about three hours to cover the approximately 125 miles, if I remember correctly. One of the exciting parts of that trip was driving through the small, beautiful, tree-lined Main Street towns on the way to Akron. We would always have our dad "mark them off" by calling out each town by name (thus giving us a sense of where we were on this trip) as we journeyed up to Akron. Small Ohio town names like Jelloway, Mount Vernon, Washington Courthouse (what a beautiful, poetic name for a town); Doylestown, and then Barberton, and then Akron. And when this two-lane country highway had a number of short, steep little hills in it, we children in the back seat would turn around and face the toward the back window and implore our dad to go as fast as he could down each little hill to give us that momentary thrill of being on a roller coaster. And he did! In the two separate cars we owned in the 1950s, there was a shelf above the back seat, just below the back window, where a lucky sibling got to hang out for a while and watch the telephone poles go by! And seat belts? What seat belts? ~ Then the new decade arrived: the 1960s. And with that change came a change for our family. My father started a new job with McDonnell Douglas out in the Los Angeles area, working on rocket engines; so we sold our home in Columbus, Ohio (orig. price in 1952: $13,000 / sold it in 1960 for $19,000), packed up the five children, with the youngest being a year old, and traveled across America on the original Route 66, heading west to California. ~drs (09/10/24)
@@daler.steffy1047 Thank you again for sharing such detailed and cherished memories of your family’s travels and experiences during the 1950s. It’s fascinating to hear how your father’s career and love for history and travel shaped so many unforgettable moments for you and your siblings. Your descriptions of family road trips, vacations, and cultural visits really paint a vivid picture of how meaningful those experiences were in shaping a strong family bond and a love for adventure. I can imagine how special those memories must be for you, and I’m grateful that you took the time to share them. It really adds a rich layer to the story of the 1950s!
@daler.steffy1047 My grandparents lived on Tweed Drive in Akron, Ohio, and I used to say, "When are we getting to Tweetie (like in the bird) Drive?" It was a long two-day trip up there from Maryland, especially with a brother hitting me. We always stopped for the night, rather than drive straight through. I don't think my father could stand much more. The grandparents' names were Pleskach, if you've ever heard of it. The one thing I remember was the musical ice cream truck which would drive up to the brick home of my grandparents, and we'd get ice cream for a .25c. Ah, good times! Until we had to start for home, then it was everything in reverse. 😊
The 50s had to be the best time ever to be alive.. as my parents grew up in that era... And they had the nerve to tell us kids that we were spoiled... We grew up at the time of the oil embargo.. and the freedom and rights Acts.. and the same time the Democratic party started really hijacking free enterprise... So I grew up at the time when everybody was getting their fires extinguished.. and losing all of our rights.. and now women have taken man's position and we have a bunch of irate women that are very mouthy and are just looking for money..😮
a great era in our country
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ok gonna call you out on a few things here, first most of your pictures are not from the 50's they're from the 60's and some from the 70's. air conditioned malls didnt show up until the 60's en masse, there were a few but they were counted on one hand. the 50's were a growing age and things didnt really start happening til the 60's. i know i grew up back then.
I would counter that a lot of the images were from the ‘40s and even the ‘20s-check out that one swimsuit that’s not just “boy cut”, but “granny pants” length! And what boy still wore “newsboy” caps in the ‘50s and stood on street corners? Paper boys-and they were boys-delivered the papers on their bikes, usually flinging them in the general direction of the front porch (except on payday when they knocked on your door for payment).
Get with it-hula hoops, bubble gum cards, Hop Scotch, and much more defined the decade instead of the outdated references depicted.
Unlike other countries America. Was self made
I would of loved experiencing life first hand in that decade.
Yea, live with the fear of your kids getting polio.
Everyone taking more than 30 minutes to get dressed back then.
look at the quality it's picture perfect
The movie Inventing the Abbotts brings you right down to the street level view of life in these times for people in a small town neighborhood and town life with a realistic storyline.
LOSE the sitar. GEEZ!
Why. Sounds ok to me. Why are you so offended?
I loved my childhood in the 50s. It was a great time to be a kid...as long as you were white.
I live through most of the 50s and it was a simpler time. 😢
QUITE A FEW OF THESE PICS ARE FROM THE TWENTIES AND THIRTIES !
".... social conformity." 😂😂 I'm dead. 😁
Jaws didn't come out in the 50s.
Awesome with the SOUND OFF. (It's just too corny)
Not going back
Hate to watch something produced by a WOKE writer. My memories of the 50's was NOT all of the Political issues you made up.
Made-up issues? I lived through the 50s and 60s and those issues regarding racial tensions were on the TV almost every night. Go back and look at newspapers from those times. I grew up in a very small town in the upper Midwest and I was very aware of those issues. Not sure where you grew up.
@@bwj4893 You must be WOKE as well, you sort of all group together in your MISERY! I grew up in the South where all this was going on. Things were not right, but people were people and things were improving. The ugliness happen during the 60s when the "newspapers" and the "politicians" got involved. Sort like now. Then it was a real mess. My parents had gone through the war and were just happy to be working and having families in the 50s.But the WOKSTERS put WOKE into EVERYTHING! Tired of it.