The fifties

Chico and Groucho Marx during the classic &quo...

Chico and Groucho Marx during the classic “Why a Duck?” scene from The Cocoanuts. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) 

There is a complaint stirring at the highest level in this country that is worth pondering. So it goes, ‘If Romney is president, it’ll be like going back to the fifties.’

Surely you know where this quote came from, but let us take a closer look and see if it really is a bad thing.

People worked hard, automobiles were built, neighborhoods were safe; folks rarely locked their doors.  People worked just as hard away from work, repairing their first home, and saving for that new car.

People came from other countries, wanting to learn the English language, and melding into the American way of life. Poles, Slavs, Russians, Ukrainians, Italians, Greeks, Asians, and many more, came to America to work and make a home.

If a family was unfortunate to be on welfare, it was temporary and never meant to be a way of life passed on to the next generation. There was a level of embarrassment to put the hand out without working in return.

Men were masculine and knew how to install lighting, lay a roof, build a wall, plant a garden, tan a hide, sew a button, throw a baseball, rebuild an engine, shoot a gun, change a diaper, and be faithful to one woman.  Yep, the fifties were terrible.

Television was decent; Jack Benny was his own industry as he brought comedy to homes without the vulgarity. Red Skelton came later, but similar to Groucho Marx, Ozzie and Harriet ad inf, were shows that portrayed comedy and  family life in a way that would be laughed at today, and by that I mean mocked in derision.

Pen and paper  would fail to show the benefits of an era that was slow-paced, where folks were respectful of authority, and where it was no big deal to have your bottom rapped without the police getting involved.

The lack of immediate access to information actually forced people to communicate face to face. If you were talking to a neighbor, there was no worry of an interruption by a text message or cell phone ringing. Yep, the fifties were a terrible time to live.

The women knew everybody in the neighborhoods, some worked at home and away, and the upbringing of children was another full-time job. Some made donuts and every kid within a half mile got a whiff of the ‘bakery,’  some were lucky enough to taste a few.

Today, one needs a state license to offer the goods, ere the Dept. of Agriculture find fault. Much less regulations back then, a 10-year-old girl scout did not need federal approval to sell lemonade. The thought of poisoning the water never crossed her mind. Yep, the fifties were a terrible time.

The office of president was a tad more serious than today; it would have been unheard of for the Commander-in-Chief to raise money by ‘playing basketball’ with high-profile names, with a view to swaying public opinion.

The first lady also would not prostitute herself by debasing good people, and muttering ‘all this for a damn flag.’ Yes, there was respect for the American flag, there was respect for God, and prayer in school was the norm. Yep, the fifties were a terrible time to live.

Learning was harder, for the teachers expected a drive to excel. Spelling bees were won by the last person standing, and ‘a’s were not given to he who deserved a ‘d.’ History was actually taught, and not spun to suit an agenda. Today, a person cannot spell ‘serial,’ and he is rewarded an ‘a’ just because he tried.

There are few absolutes taught today, and he with a rock solid opinion about this country being blessed by God is said to be narrow-minded or a fool.

If a person had an alternate lifestyle, a few knew it, for embarrassment ruled the day while common sense ran a close second. Prayer was welcome in the name of Christ, but only a few objected. Did not the founding fathers bend the knee and ask for Providence? Were not these leaders un-ashamed to call on  God in public? Assuredly so, for they already called on Him in private. Proof of this is found in the very halls of our government buildings.

Visit Harrisburg Pa and read the inscriptions on the walls of the Capitol, words of truth, life, and hope, etched forever as a reminder that God is sovereign, and that good laws stem from His throne. ‘Thou shalt not commit adultery, thou shalt not steal, honour thy father and thy mother,’ who dare argue with these eternal commands?

Yet, they are trifled with today by the minority with the loudest voices, but I remind you, these words had a good home in the fifties.

Naturally some, rather most will argue that the technology of that time was akin to the Stone Age, and there is little truth to that, but morally, spiritually, and politically, it wasn’t all that bad.


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2 Responses to The fifties

  1. Wally Fry says:

    The Greatest Generation….right?


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