for some dear people . . .
memories of their childhood
are unspeakably painful.
they dare not even go there.
this post is dedicated to you.
and you know who you are.
i’m dedicating it to you
because . . .
i’m one of the lucky ones.
my childhood was happy.
and it always hurts me to hear of others
not nearly so lucky.
i cannot begin
to imagine yours.
it’s children’s basic nature to be happy.
and so tragic
when that little spirit is trampled upon.
i also believe.
it’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
not to belittle your pain by using a silly old cliché here.
i simply hope that
wherever you are in your life
there is still
that entirely wonderful
you love it.
it loves you.
that fact . . .
it must be the hardest of hard . . .
to realize that it’s really still there . . .
. . . and to fully believe it . . .
it’s probably the most important thing
that you need to remember.
this post is about my own
in what to me was a magical decade !
i know this country had great things wrong with it then.
but i was little.
and i only remember happiness.
so bear with me old bean!
these are some of my first real memories . . .
from 1950 to 1960.
do you remember ?
those days of
pink and grey
pink and black?
i fell in love with this room!
because of the fabulous painting.
it makes me HAPPY!
it takes me back.
i would totally DITCH
that weird rug and even weirder coffee table.
for me . . . it’s the painting that matters!
boy do i love that painting.
and do you know why?
it totally transports me.
it just does old bean!
as soon as i saw it.
some of you or even many of you . . .
. . . we’re up to over 200 per day here at the cozy m now . . .
and you can’t ALL be as old as i am!
so i’m sure you may be
WAYYYY too young to remember
any of this
that i’m about to show you . . .
but you should come along for the ride anyway.
it’ll be FUN!
the war had ended.
it was the glorious 1950’s.
well. except for the terrible korean war.
from 1950 to july 27 1953.
they can call it a conflict all they want to.
but when our boys DIE in the thousands . . .
it’s a war to me.
there always seems to have to be a war.
the HUGE one throughout the world was over.
i was a mere small child during the entire 50’s.
except for those last two years of it…
1958 and 1959.
i was finally a little teenybopper!
13 and 14 years old.
but those years before . . .
when i was about 10 years old . . .
i wanted what all the big girls were wearing . . .
you guessed it?
TA DA !!!
THE POODLE SKIRT !!!!
for awhile there . . .
was pink and grey or pink and black.
my beloved little mother made mine
because they were outrageously expensive.
as most silly fads are.
and . . .
of course . . .
you wore these with it.
these were the only items i was SURE to get
brand new with the start of each school year.
i called them
only mine always had white laces.
I STILL LOVE THOSE!
i wouldn’t mind having a pair of those right now!
and . . .
of course old bean . . .
to have one of these!
this beautiful undergarment
that went under
the poodle skirt!
and all your other skirts!
we were regular little scarlet o’haras
sashaying around with our petticoats.
only they were called
and they were short.
never down to our ankles like hers were.
why the french poodle was such a big deal . . .
i do not know.
but it showed up on virtually EVERYTHING
from skirts and socks to wastebaskets
and lunch pails
and even shower curtains!
i’m sure the men must have loved that.
it really did!
what stayed for a long time was a certain
pink and grey and pink and black.
eventually to the point of
what did i tell ya?
the little brown dog is sheer relief.
OH GOOD GRIEF CHARLIE BROWN !!!
didn’t i say i LOVE that painting?
because it brought back such great memories?
i clearly had more tolerance for
when i was a little girl apparently.
to get a little
it has never really been my favorite color.
this bubble gum pink anyway.
you know something funny?
my father detested pink.
we never had ANYTHING
pink in the house! LOL.
even my little poodle skirt
was BLACK with a pink poodle.
this post makes me think of him especially.
if you’re new here and want to meet a fascinating man . . .
who lived a remarkable lilfe.
come back later and click here. HE”S SO WORTH IT !
i guess that painting in the beginning of this post
really just brought back
an entire era.
does that ever happen for you?
it’s all my memories tied up together.
represented by that decade.
our own family’s happiness.
the last decade of
the euphoria that a terrible terrible war was over.
a war i knew nothing about.
but was to later learn . . .
had altered every adult in our lives.
homes were small then.
SHARED a room!
what is not to love?
clean. simple lines.
elegant in a way that is not ostentatious.
still stylish in a lasting way.
a way we now call
a family of four living just fine
in a space no bigger than 1200 square feet.
or even LESS!
and with only ONE bathroom!
oh. the horror of it all !!! oh my !!!
here are some more various images from that time.
see if any spark a similar memory for you.
but of course !
there you go.
i thought i’d better get off the PINK kick for a bit!
this is for you guys.
she was just beginning her iconic
sex goddess career.
we wouldn’t know until later that she was
a complicated and fragile person. tragic really.
who deserved better than she got.
this next picture is small.
but i love the room.
plenty of light.
love the angles.
what a delightful place to eat breakfast!
or do homework.
i liked this kind of table too.
and we had these dishes!
i remember these too
don’t know why.
these just have the oddest way of
making me feel so good!
that’s the way with memories.
sometimes you don’t even know why.
once my aunt mabel and uncle penny . . .
. . . i wrote about them in the peanut if you remember . . .
anyway . . .
she and uncle penny drove 1200 miles from new york to our house.
he arrived in a suit.
she arrived in a dress and english walking shoes.
and a HAT with a veil.
and white gloves.
1200 miles !!!
sitting in a car !!!
dressed like that !!!
people wore hats back then.
what can i say?
here they probably are now.
or a facsimile of them anyway.
in my own family . . .
we had a blue and white hard top
just like this one below.
8 cylinder buick century riviera.
with white interior.
that was one beautiful car.
it seems that ours was a deeper blue than this one though.
i truly think the 50’s were the beginning
of america’s love affair with the automobile.
whether that’s been a good or a bad thing
is up for debate now.
and i lean toward the side of
fresh air old bean.
but it was certainly the glamorous era
AND . . .
like this one!
and the beginning of comfortable
for those long road trips . . .
in your suit and hat !
some of them even had a
SWIMMING POOL !!!!
remember when TV’s came in a box
and what did we watch?
in our house . . .
for my dad . . .
well. there was ‘ perry mason. ‘
he loved that.
my dad loved studying the law.
and that show was one of his favorites.
as well as ‘ mister district attorney. ‘
but his first love was the
being a texan himself.
with a great grandfather who was a u.s. marshal.
so you didn’t talk
u.s. marshal matt dillon
‘ GUNSMOKE ‘
my own favorites were . . .
‘ FATHER KNOWS BEST ‘
the youngest daughter ‘ kathy ‘ and i were the same age.
i loved this show!
watched this one!
lucy and ricky.
and this next family was
their youngest son sure was!
i had a TERRIBLE crush
i liked him WAY even more than elvis!
OZZIE and HARRIET
‘ THE NELSONS ‘
here he is.
in those days . . .
people ate together at a table.
your mother cooked.
you helped with the dishes.
nobody i knew had a dishwasher.
and when you did the laundry . . .
this is where your clothes dried !
when we were little.
on saturday nights
after our baths . . .
we got into our pajamas.
well. just us. not our parents! LOL.
they were dressed of course.
mother popped popcorn and put it into
brown paper sacks.
it was the best popcorn in the whole world !
and in a little ice chest she had koolaid.
usually grape or cherry.
and amazingly enough we never spilled it.
that astounds me to this day!
we watched the movie til we fell asleep.
and we always fell asleep!
so it wound up being a nice
date night for mother and daddy.
we could go on and on i guess.
if this was your favorite decade too.
i’m sure i’ve missed many of your own
i didn’t roller skate inside at rinks til i was older.
but roller skating outside was GREAT!
i played hop scotch and jacks and blind man’s bluff
and the flying dutchman
and of course there was ALWAYS
BIKE to ride!
as in the previous post!
nary a computer or ipad in sight.
and we had FUN anyway !!!
mine are mainly memories of childhood.
my teens were in the ” swingin’ 60’s. “
but those times are not really my favorites.
they held too much unexpected sad and hard.
jim reed left us too soon. as you know.
he was our rock.
that’s it for me !
but for now . . .
we’ll hop back into the present.
it’s best really to live in the present moment.
only . . .
just before we do . . .
i found a little place to show you that i could
easily live delightedly in.
it just feels like shades of my most favoritest era . . .
and makes me think of everything about it!
at least it is to me old bean!
is a prime example
what i love most about
it’s about never too much.
and always just enough.
and how about this?
it’s the same house.
it kind of encloses your own inner deck and lawn
a little rain doesn’t hurt either!
that’s no doubt part of what’s so appealing here!
we’re still as dry as a gourd where i live.
i could look upon that scene for a long time.
very lovely memories.
hope you’ve enjoyed the ride too.
wonderful memories of your own.
are you making them?
i am too!
i’m just off to lunch with my favorite marine.
see ya later!
til soon old bean.