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America In My Youth: It Was A Great Time To Have Lived... 1950's.

It was a Great time to have Lived... 1950's.


College days, broke and looking at the nice new cars. Gas .30/gallon. Pair of good shoes $8.00, fountain soda .10 (in silver coins, by the way)


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The milk on the doorstep was in glass bottles

with cardboard lids. In the winter when the milk froze, a column of frozen milk would rise up out of the bottle with the cap sitting on top. Neighborhood cats would lick the exposed milk. 1950's!

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Now everything plastic

and packaging within (hi-tech!)packaging

“The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time: the hand of force may destroy, but cannot disjoin them.”

– Thomas Jefferson


the milk was not found on the doorstep; it was found in a cow--

sometimes we went with grandpa, when we were at our grandparents--early in the morning or in the evening--

and helped him milk.

Does anyone still remember how to milk? I wonder if I could do it now--

grandpa did have a few new-fangled milking machines, but he still did a lot of hand milking; my parents both could milk and did milk cows--

then our family usually had a cow, until the early 60s--

when, for some reason, the cow was no longer part of the family--

we had good milk cows: Jerseys, Guernseys, brown swiss--

grandpa and grandma had the big holsteins, but sometimes grandma would insist on a 'cream cow'--like a Jersey--

I would help grandma strain the milk--

I remember helping grandpa put the milk in the big cans out on the road for the milk truck to come pick it up and take it to where it was put in bottles for 'city' people--

but our milk was in a glass pitcher, with cream on top, inside grandma's refrigerator--

it was delicious--

I haven't drunk milk for many years, but I can't forget that milk--

and the homemade butter--

it's hard to be awake; it's easier to dream--

The milk box was build in the wall

The first house I bought in the 1980s was built in the 1920s, it had a metal box built into the wall. It had a door and latch on both sides for the milkman to place the bottles in. When we moved in I opened the metal door and an empty glass milk bottle was still there! It was an empty return and had been there from the day the milkman never returned. I insulated the milk box and caulked it closed, but I did not remove the bottle.

Those are absolutely beautiful pics

Thank you so much.

So there was life before Walmart? LOL

Its so sad to see the regression of society imo. The people seemed so hopeful back then. People actually had a decent chance back then imo. Sure there was no net but there was way more freedom.

I was just thinking of the olde department stores today, funny you posted this.



I am not talking, I am

I am not talking, I am writing.
My info comes from Thomas Sowell and other black writers who lived in that time period. Blacks and whites maybe did not mix socially so much but I don't see how blacks not hanging around whites was any hardship on them.
Jim Crow laws were laws, which means they were directly the result of government and I will not deny that there was NO justice for blacks then and whites may be getting their just deserts for turning a blind eye to the injustice by the government against blacks.
I would like to see some pictures of black families, schools, people, kids, teenagers etc.. from the time period. Check out Detroit in that time period.

Thomas Sowell is kinda stupid...

If an entire race of people are blatantly denied their inherent and Constitutional rights, things aren't good at all. The Civil Rights Movement didn't happen "just because"...

Economically, our dollar was worth (but still increasingly devalued)more then so everyone with an income could benefit from the somewhat free market, but social injustice was robbing blacks of their lives... And the racial divide caused by this has had extreme and dramatic blowback effects that we still witness today.

My take on Thomas Sowell is

My take on Thomas Sowell is not that he is defending or denying the government's violation of black rights but is letting us know that black communities and families did just fine on their own and did not need the help of the government to feed, clothe, and house themselves. He seems to remember his childhood in Harlem as a good place to live.

that is true--

black people who grew up during that time will tell you that they did fine without the government hand-outs--

unemployment made it hard to turn down 'government cheese', but there was a shame in accepting it--

most white Americans have forgotten or never knew what it was like for blacks back then--

but the fact is that they were proud and independent--

for the most part; there were no more 'lazy' blacks than there were lazy whites--

and yet . . . justice for blacks was NOT there, and black people had to be very careful around most white people--

it's hard to be awake; it's easier to dream--


I went to a private school in Dallas (early 60's), with the kids of black architects, RE agents, and bankers. Everything changed over the next decade.

One Of Best Friends: A Black Man Named Tommy Smith

In a time were I never knew a thing about racism until the television and the radio told me I was.. Never judged anyone by skin color, because we were all good friends in good ole San Jose California, before Feinstein, Boxer, Alan Cranston were elected to the senate.

H.L. Richardson was our U.S. Senator at that time, a big time hunter and pro-second amendment advocate. He was awesome, the californians loved him. He is probably rolling over in his grave.

We did however, have Jerry Brown's Father, Edmund G. "Pat" Brown as our governor in 1959. I remember that year well. I was working on my grandfathers ranch at 9 years-old and My grandfather made a comment about the latest tax increase that I'll never forget, "well, another penny for Governor Brown." He went nuts whenever brought up his name. My grandfather was in WW1, hated Franklin Roosevelt for prolonging the depression.

I still remember the brand new 58' cadillac he just purchased. It had power windows. That was a big thing in 58'..

Oh, how i miss the 50's and early 60's...I remember Presidents Eisenhower and Kennedy.

Malt shop, soda fountains, the drifters, the temptations, Connie Francis, Bobby Darin, Deon, Fabian..I met Hugh O'brien, James Arness, Fess Parker, Clint Walker, Dan Blocker, Michael Landon, Lorne Greene and Pernell Roberts...I even met Ronald Reagan once in LA..

Wow!! I could go on and on...What a great childhood I had...

...and now, its all gone folks..

The country ha been infiltrated by anti-american communists and assorted useful idiots

I was 10, em..we used to

I was 10, em..we used to watch Saturday TV. Howdy Doody, Fury, Sky King..Winky Dink (the one where u put this plastic on the screen and drew on it so the starguy could cross rivers and such, 'til your Mom thought it made you get too close to the TV).. Talk about power windows being a big thing..remember when only one person around had a color TV? Oh how I longed to see the beginning of Disney, in color. Didja watch Mickey Mouse Club? Sigh

I was a few years younger than you, so when the

plastic screen got crapped up, I saved Winky Dink by using crayons directly on the tv screen. My mother would go botts! But, hey... had to help whatever Winky Dink was... what the heck was that, anyway?

Mickey Mouse Club? Every day! Can you remember all of the names? Roy (of course), Karen, Cubby, Tommy, Annette, Doreen, Bobby,...?

“It is the food which you furnish to your mind that determines the whole character of your life.”
―Emmet Fox

1967 - 71 I wasn't rich but I sure felt rich

My first car - cost $50
Second car $1,800

A car I raced - $1,400
Fourth car $1,900 Drove it to my high school graduation

Barracuda, I Bought My First Car in 68' A 58' Chevy Impala

paid $300 bucks for that baby. Man, that 283 purred like a kitten.. My sister borrowed one day and almost killed herself. She went through a yellow light and was hit broadside by a 67 year old uninsured lady who ran a red light. The fool lady died. An attorney wanted someones ass because the impact sent my car into his brand new cadillac..lol..

My sister broke her pelvis and my chevy was towed to Alongi Bros. wrecking yard totally out..

In 73 I bought a 73 Corvette Roadster, candy apple red. I loved that vet. I sold it cause the insurance was too high for a man under 25...


'58 Chevy

Yeah, had two of those myself - first one a four-door, six cylinder Bel Air - paid 200 bucks for it in 1970. Saw Easy Rider at the drive-in theater in that one among other good times.

Got a two door Impala with a 348 some years later - would be the much more valuable one today but I have more good memories of the first one overall - dug that two-tone and *big* back seat...

Although I heard that Hudsons had the widest back seats of all - one guy I went to HS with had a pristine (when he acquired it) Hudson Super Wasp - I have to admit to being a bit jealous.

Dude! You let a girl drive

Dude! You let a girl drive yur car. whoa?
I used to borrow my sister's 63 Impala SS for special dates when I wanted to look older.

A 350 with 3.73 gears.

would chirp the tires every time if you wanted to.
and that was just a Mouse!

I worked in garages servicing

I worked in garages servicing cars and driving a tow truck from 15 -18 years old.
In my senior year high school I worked 3rd shift in Fuller Brush Plastics Injection Molding.
Bought the GTO.
Sold it a year and a half later to get married at 19 years old.
Went into real estate at 20 years old for a year.
When I was 21 I got a job in a private school as a dorm parent.
My wife was the school nurse.


Maybe if you were a white male.

I would have to agree with you on that

Because, otherwise, life wasn't so good. The downvotes are an indication of historical denial. They also show that collectivism is becoming an epidemic at the DP..

One need only look at the statistics…

…concerning Black families, Black employment, Black Criminality and Incarceration to understand that…for Blacks…it was also a much better era. Sorry. In only some things, is the Black community better off today than in 1957…albeit some quite important things regarding discrimination and inclusion…but which era was better for them as a race? the 50's given the collective price they've had to pay for their present "advancements".

Wha? .....hey....who stole my country?

you're both right--

blacks WERE independent (but often very poor) in the 50s--

the government DID mess them over--

but if there was any kind of dispute between a black and a white, the white always won--

it could be vicious and violent then, too--

it's hard to be awake; it's easier to dream--

The drug war

was a performance-enhancing stimulant to fast track what they were already trying to do.

Who be they?

…and what were "they" trying to do???

Wha? .....hey....who stole my country?

social engineers and eugenicists were hard at work--

behind the scenes and had been for decades--

the same people who helped Hitler--

and they didn't like blacks either . . .

the "they" had names and faces, but the knowledge of that was kept from most Americans--

unless *you* ran into *they* because you had bad luck--

you wouldn't know who *they* were--

some of *us* found out--

and we're trying to wake up other people now, but it isn't easy; many people do not want to be awakened--

it's hard to be awake; it's easier to dream--

"They" would be...

The ignorant collectivists that were running the show. Why would I have to explain that on a site dedicated to truth and liberty?

Surprised that you didn't use the term..

..."you people"...then again, your agenda isn't in tune with the OP's original intent; a pleasant memory of days gone by.

Why all this raining on someone's parade?

To all those posting all the "social awareness critiques" within this thread:
Get over it....start another thread if you are so pained by the past.
Look deeper...it may be within yourself.
And if your day has started in a bad way....
.....start it over again.

"Beyond the blackened skyline, beyond the smoky rain, dreams never turned to ashes up until.........
...Everything CHANGED !!

it is possible, very possible--

and I'm really good at it--

to remember with great fondness the good times of the 50s--

and still be aware of the bad things that were going on--

Some of the bad things that were going on in the 50s I didn't wake up to until the 60s; others I didn't become aware of until the 70s or 80s--

but I still remember the good things--

and get quite sentimental about them--

I'm not going to tell anyone else what to do--

but maybe it would be good for general understanding to explain that it is possible to see both the good and the bad--

it's hard to be awake; it's easier to dream--

VERY, Presumptuous statement.

the dizzel.

OK, got it.