Sunday, December 19, 2004

Merry Christmas 1960

In my junk room, there are a couple of boxes I'll be tossing before long.  I've had these old Ladies' Home Journals around for years; I ended up with them because nobody would bid on them at a farm sale.  I love going down memory lane, but I must face the truth:  I never go up and leaf through these magazines, and they deteriorate a little more with each passing year.  However, I wanted to share this article from December, 1960.

It was the end of the wonderful 1950's (as later portrayed on "Happy Days").  Grandma and Grandpa were leaving the White House.  I was a sophomore in High School.  Hardly anyone had heard of Vietnam, much less Iraq.  I do recall back-yard bomb shelters, and some fears that communism was trying to take us over.  But youth is self-centered, and I didn't concern myself with all that for very long. 

Perhaps I just had my head in the sand, during the 'fifties.  Or was still young enough that I thought my little world was all that existed.  But I still get homesick for the simplicity of those times, when people didn't know the president had a girl friend on the side (in recent years, I've heard he did), and really didn't WANT to know.

Beam me up, Scotty.


whitedove3622 said...

Ah yes !!

amy122389 said...

Comparing 2004 to the 50s.....I'd head on back to the 50s, too!   :-/  (weren't the 50s when TV dinners became prominent?!)

ksquester said...

Oh, I agree, the 50's (what I remember of them) were magical! If memory serves the right, that is when cocktail parties became in vogue. lol  I have a wonderful book at Christmas time at The Whitehouse through all of the presidents. I think today would be a good day to read that.  Thanks Mo!   Love your pictures, as always.   Anne

plieck30 said...

Oh yes the wonderful 50's. That was the first presidential election I can remember paying attention to. I can remember a group of us standing to the band hall steps yelling "I like Ike". Paula

toonguykc said...

As perfect as the 50's sound, I'm happy to be here in a time when black people can ride anywhere they want on busses...when women can safely choose to end an unwanted pregnancy...and when Joe Macarthy is dead and buried.  

spurgins311 said...

Oh...I miss the 50's. I grew up in the 50's and felt so safe, secure and comfortable. There will never be another time like that time. I remember that election-first one I remember. My parents talked about it and I would watch it on our black and white small TV. :)