They dried dishes, while breaking down gender stereotypes and rocking festive aprons.
They wrapped books in brown paper packages tied up with string and sent them to unfortunate children who would have preferred cookies or even oranges.
They listened to “Fifth Street Blues” by The Royals on a Frisbee-sized 78, interpreting lyrics as related to the modern life of a 1950s housewife. Bye, baby, bye…
And on the weekends, they gussied up in dresses and sat in lawn chairs and pet dalmatians.




I never would have believed it without the pictures…
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Living the life, all of them. Taking me back as that first picture was taken in my Grandma B’s kitchen. Minus the stylin’ young adults, I swear that is EXACTLY what her sink and cupboards looked like. All in a lovely shade of very light pink. I still remember it plastered with post-its when she first started losing her memory. We were visiting the day Princess Diana died and she spent the entire day saying, Did you here the Princess in Great Britain died? Yegads, memories. All from a photo of a kitchen.
I am sure the children were happy with books. They were a few of their favorite things? And wherever are the cocktail glasses in photo #3? These ladies were temperance hold-outs, looking stern.
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Nicely done with the favorite things. I was TOTALLY (I mean totes) looking for the cocktail glasses, too. I couldn’t say anything snarky without the evidence, so hmph! And I love love love your memory of the kitchen and post-its and Princess Diana. That needs to be in a story.
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Yeah, well that’s nice and all but how did they get to watch cute cat videos back then? Huh? Huh?
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It makes you wonder why they agreed to continue living despite that.
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I say bravo to the dude in the apron. I bet he got lots of date as the most senstive fellow in the class. And he want on to a happy life cooking for his wife Rosy the Riveter. The first gender-bending couple, and you honored them, Kerbey. Take a bow yourself.
The first reaction I had to photo two was that the guy was holding steaks wrapped in butcher paper. The kids would have loved, loved, loved getting some prime beef for Christmas dinner.
And, lastly, the lovely lady at far right in photo three has more clash to her dress than the dalmation has to its coat!
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Poor dressy old woman. 😦 And I feel you on the steaks. It does look like butcher paper after all. I’d take that over a book any day.
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Holy cow. Everyone one in our house did the dishes. You wore an apron so you wouldn’t mess up your pants. I am still on record as a fan of LPs. It would be a tough call on the books. But back then shipping stuff wasn’t as slick and efficient as now. Also the feed ’em show them how conundrum. As for the Garden Party all of these old ladies need a daiquiri or 3.
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Amen to all of that.
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Ahh, the simple life.
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Indeed about the brown paper wrapping and string…made out of grocery store bags. Man, those paper bags were thick! Dad worked for the post office since ’58 and tediously wrapped CARE packages he’d send to his surviving Hiroshima nephews and nieces and my grandmother. Oddly, it took three weeks to arrive via the slow boat to China…but it was faster than today’s USPS International Priority!
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How nice of him to do that. I wonder why it takes longer now?
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Lack of care! 🙂
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Pass the cyanide down this way, please. 😀
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