1950s Boys Bedroom
Decorating a Boy's Bedroom.
This nostalgic photo really got me thinking.
The photo is of a room that is set up in the NRA Museum in the Washington D.C. area.
It's actually a photo of a postcard I bought.
All the items in the photo represent the recreation, hobbies and lifestyle of a young American boy in the 1950s. My husband says he had one of almost everything in this room, the only items missing are the model hot rods that he built in his room.
The wagon wheel bed is very similar to the one I got as a hand-me-down from a cousin. The desk I had in my room was supposed to inspire me to do homework, and I don't remember ever having theme curtains.
The record player on the floor though, now that is definitely a topic in this article.
Coon Skin Hat
Rifle Rack with Rifles
Southwest Framed Art
The Ever-Faithful Globe
Coat Rack with Cowboy Hat
Boots for Book-Ends
Covered Wagon Lamp
On and on goes the list of items in this child's room. I'd like to explore the quality of life of a child in the 50s in this article.
Vintage Toys - Collect them all.
I put together a model for our grandon's room. - He got an HO scale train for Christmas.I
I made my first model ever. My hubby has pictures of his models from the 50's.
1950's Boy's Room
Would today's nine year old American Boy enjoy playing in his room with these decorations and toys?
Vintage Toy articles - Click out and read some interesting opinions
1950s Pony Photographer
Dinner's ready! - Wash your hands.
Oh Sozio - thank you so much.
Another great buy at Sozio
Do you remember the Traveling Photographer who took children's pictures on a Pony? - We both grew up in the midwest.
I found this picture on-line HERE'S THE LINK
There are several - I believe this was a late 40's mid- 50's fad.
So the one above in the frame is my husband. I know there's a picture of me on a pony somewhere, when I find it I'll post it.
Roller Skates and Roller Rinks
I met friends and cousins at the rink as a child
Our expectations of entertainment seem innocent and maybe a little lame to our grandchildren now, but going to the Roller Rink and skating around in circles to the music played by an organist in a cage high above the rink, was a grand old time.
I remember just dreading the "couples" skate, because I knew no boy in his right mind would ask me to skate with him, but when they lined us up for relays, and set up contests on the floor I was right in there.
Ice skating was another story, keeping my balance on a blade never made sense.
I went roller skating at home too. I wrote an article awhile back about my roller skates, and my daughter-in-law honored me with a pair of rink skates for display for Christmas in memory of that article.
Here's the link for the SKATE KEY
My own personal Portable Record Player
I won it selling tickets to a bean supper.
I was probably 11. I enjoyed contests. This is the year I won a lot of them.
I was 1st place in a basketball "free-throw" 7 out of 10 baskets. The boys were avoiding me big time.
I was filmed in a tumbling presentation by our gym teacher (physical ed used to be called gym) don't know what it's called today.
I won a Bible selling spray snow to the neighbors at Christmas time.
Our art teacher challenged us to submit one of our creations to a contest held by the John Herron Art Institute in Indianapolis. I won the contest with a still painting and had free classes at the institute that summer.
But the one item I won that was all the rage among my peers was a 45 rpm record player.
Actually when I stood in front of the entire elementary school audience in the gymnasium, on the stage used for school plays, and accepted my prize, I really felt that I had cheated, winning this prize. After selling so many tickets to the "Bean Supper" to raise money for gymnasium equipment, my Dad had made the comment, "The only reason she won is because our family is so huge." I had looked at all my friends differently, wondering how many people they had in their family, and thinking, it probably wasn't a fair contest. My Aunts and all my cousins and some of our neighbors bought tickets. Most of them came and ate beans and cornbread too. I sold so many tickets that I couldn't remember who all had promised to come, but it was a grand night and I still remember shaking in the knees and sweaty hands accepting my award.
It was in a portable suitcase type container, I could carry it anywhere I went, which was pretty much to Grandma's on Friday night or the neighbors for an overnight stay when my parents were going to be out late. But we had a few records that were gifts, and this was the beginning of my 2 sisters and I holding talent shows in our bedroom, lip-syncing to the music. Every 45 we owned was played hundreds of times.
Ah, grand memories.
How many movies I saw on Saturdays as a chilld can't be counted.
I got 25c a week for an allowance once I was 8. At 10 I was babysitting earning 40-50c an hour. The matinee at the movies cost 15c.
The candy was 5c and so was the sodas.
The entertainment between the news reels and the movie was worth every penny spent. There were movie monitors who walked the aisles with flashlights, making sure kids weren't trashing the place, and keeping the noise level under control. The curtains would close after the news reels and the lights would slowly come on, there would be some hustling noises behind the curtain, it would slowly open and right in front of us, big as life would be circus clowns, or a ventriloquist or a magician set up, or simply the aisle monitors setting up a contest.
If you won the competitions you could get free popcorn and a Coca-Cola right then. Sometimes the popcorn maker would be on the stage and everyone would get free popcorn. Sometimes there was a huge treasure chest and we'd all file up there single file of course, and pick out a prize for nothing of our own doing other than showing up. Intermission was definitely the best part of the movies.
The other thing I remember is the news reels. They all kind of run together in my head now, but they featured the rebuilding of nations after World War II. They often started very patriotic, showing the ticker tape parades of the returning soldiers. This was nearly 8 years after the war ended and they were still showing bomb shelter plans for family homes, news reels of current events, that I couldn't care less about, but I think they made me smarter in Social Studies in school. A ton of friends from the neighborhood and our elementary school walked to the theater on Saturdays, so it was a reunion between Friday and Monday. Wow, I had no idea what great memories we were making at the time.
Super Bowl 2012 INDIANAPOLIS - Legacy Project
An effort to improve Indianapolis East Side - I'm so thrilled.
Did you ever own model trains? - We have a "train room."
Model trains were a favorite in the 1950s
Would a 9 year old survive or enjoy being in this room?