I was dressed as a tennis fan, not a player when I arrived at the neighborhood courts yesterday.  I went to watch my old team, that I played with for at least 10 years.  I was laughing with Beth and Susan about these old rackets that I'd been toting in my car in hopes of a good opportunity.  They were game, so after the courts cleared, I dragged out the rackets and we had some fun.  No serious tennis was played, but I had a good time swinging that heavy old thing and running around in my deck shoes! 

Thanks Beth and Susan!

In recent months I've visited a few museums, but found no work from the fifties. Yesterday I arrived at the Houston Museum of Fine Arts knowing I would finally get to spend some time with some of the colorful artists who were at work the year I was born!

It was fun to wander the museum before closing and have the place to myself.  I chatted with the guard about how the Calder mobile seemed sort of hypnotic as it slowly twirled above us.  I stared at the Pollock's splattered paint and tried not to have annoying thoughts about how "I could have done that!"   Then I  was drawn to a piece across the room with bright smudged colors.  It was painted by Hans Hofmann in the year of my birth!  And the title made me smile.  Sparks! 
I could have had the bored guard snap my photo, but I did something no museum guest did in the fifties.  I snapped a selfie.  I can be easily creeped out by selfies of myself, so I tried to make it Picasso-style.   

There was a lot more letter writing going on mid century.  I obviously didn't start writing letters in the fifties, but I did receive some baby mail when I was 1 and 2!  By the 1970's I was in the peak of my letter writing days, after a few childhood moves. To celebrate the grand old days of the personal letter, I decided to write one of those friends I corresponded with in my teens.

First I tried an old typewriter. No good.  The tape was dried out. Then I wrote on stationary and found my old sealing wax stamp.  Knowing that clumpy things on envelopes probably are against mail regulations, I took the letter to the 48 year old Post Office in Richmond, TX where Jesse "El Cowboy" still hand cancels mail.  He wasn't there, so I left my letter with an attached note.  The counter was cluttered with boxes and envelopes and lots of notes like mine.  Who knows if my friend will ever get her letter, or if it will still have sealing wax.  Let me know, Dear Friend!

Now and then I do actually wash something by hand.  And every once in a blue moon, I get out the iron.  Today I did both which is a record for me.  To make the whole thing more exciting, I took the clothes outside to dry!  I had some fun tying up a clothesline using heavy duty yarn and then I hung those drippy clothes up using good old wooden clothespins! Maybe it was just the fact that the sun came out and there was a nice breeze, but there was something incredibly therapeutic about this whole ritual!  I should do this more often!

A Good Combination

Once again I dragged my daughter into a little silly celebrating.  Even Jamie, Heidi's beau,  (Is that fifties talk?) got in on the fun.   

I knew the comic books would be a hit.  The 10-cent books were actually from the fifties, which meant their ads were goofy and fun!  If only we could still buy 204 Revolutionary War Toy Soldiers for $1.98!  Or a Daisy Model 26 BB gun for $17.98!  

I thought adding some real bubble gum to the experience would make it all complete.  But I had forgotten what real SUGAR bubble gum is like. It took forever to soften the gritty stuff enough for bubbles.  Then we tried to coordinate so that we all had a bubble at the same time and that just caused a lot of laughing.  It was a lot of work and I must say, it took away from the enjoyment of the literature!

Dream Car!

I've never paid much attention to what I drive or anyone else for that matter.  But I do love vintage cars and I had hoped that somewhere in this year long celebration I could ride in a 1950's convertible. (Down the Pacific Coast Highway preferably!)

So when I saw this one parked in the grocery store parking lot, I thought maybe I should just wait for the owner and ask for a ride.  But who does that?  Probably the same kind of person who keeps a chiffon scarf and some cat-eye sunglasses in her Honda Element... just in case the opportunity arises!  But I was in a hurry and had a husband waiting.  "It will only take a second!" I assured Don as I whipped on my scarf and glasses and handed him the camera.  I dashed to the other side of the shiny red car so it looked like I was in the car.  Don didn't even roll his eyes.  He's used to this nonsense.

Luckily I have a good imagination.  I jumped back into the car feeling windblown and giddy after my "ride".   "Thanks, Don!"  I exclaimed as we drove off. "That was fun!"  

  

This whole "celebrating the fifties" list has inspired me to do things I might not do otherwise.  But rarely do I pass up a swing without stopping for a little fun.  All 3 of these swings were surprises in the last 6 months.  The tire swing was along the banks of Cypress Creek in Comfort, Texas. The white swing was at a pier side restaurant in Aruba.  The red swing was hanging from the most lovely tree near the Menil Art Museum in Houston.  

When I spot a swing, I feel like it's my lucky day!

Sheet Music From the Fifties

I don't recognize "Melody of Love"  but it was written in the fifties, so I snatched it for a buck at an antique store.  

The only thing that I loved when I was living the fifties, was Mommy and Daddy and my thumb.  But it must have been a pretty good decade to fall in love.  In the 1950's, people still gathered around the piano at parties or sat side by side on the piano bench and crooned out some good ones.

So I took that piece of music and allowed myself to sit down at my neglected piano. Not only did this silly blog list motivate me to return to an instrument that I really do love. I took it a step further and I sang along.  Corny?  Yes.  Comical?  Very.

Obviously there were no digital options in the fifties, so that makes these old black and whites, more precious.  When groups gathered to smile for a camera, there was usually just one click. And when you finally used up a roll of film and had it developed, you were surprised to find photos taken over a year's time.  The photos were then put in shoeboxes or albums, using those dandy black triangles!  And sadly, the photos were often blurry and un-cropped.  But I enjoyed every minute as I looked over the torn pages of these old family albums.  There are memories connected to some old photos, but mostly the images invite you to imagine the stories!

The old Viewmaster was a hoot!  But I can only look at 3-D pics of the White House and Capital for so long.  Give me a photo album with people any day!

I talked Don into driving 45 minutes to go to a drive-in, to see Disney's Cinderella! What husband of 35 years does that? Thanks, Don! 

Luckily I was able to growl, then laugh and then absorb the totally delightful evening. The weather was heavenly and the whole scene was a hoot.  The grassy playground was scattered with puddles and giddy kids.  There were families gathering with lawn chairs and blankets. There were chatty dog walkers, sloppy ball tossers, and a generous windshield washer, eager to share his Windex.  We chatted with the family in the van next to ours.  "Grandma" remembered when admission was a dollar.  "Mom" laughed and asked if we could help keep an eye on her teen daughter, who had brought her boyfriend for the first time!  

Staying awake through the movie was no problem, since we had occasional horns and car lights surprising the crowds.  No this was not an attempt to keep the young teens from getting frisky.  Today's cars just get a little confused when radios are left on.  We found the whole thing pretty amusing and luckily the car did start up when it was time to leave! 

What a nice surprise when my friend Margit, invited Sigi and me on a spur of the moment Ballet Outing! It's ridiculous that I haven't gone in years, since I adore any kind of dance!

When I dashed to get dressed last night, I didn't have time to fuss over an outfit. But I did pause to imagine the crowds who would have attended the ballet in the fifties.   The lady patrons seated in velvet theatre seats, would have been covered in furs and white gloves and topped with plenty of hats and hairdos. I had no time for such elegance, but I snatched a strand of pearls and tossed them awkwardly over my corduroy collar and then I remembered the vintage "pocketbook" that sits on some old luggage in my guest room.  I tossed my keys and cell phone into the dandy purse and gave it a snap!  I had 2 intermissions to strut my stuff, with that silly alligator purse dangling on my arm!  

Hey, the purse was fun.  I've never thought to use it.  But the ballet was a total delight!  I was mesmerized by one contemporary piece and I smiled and sighed over the traditional pirouettes and tutus. 

What a treat, Margit!  Can't thank you enough!

Easter is coming and I must get a hat!

A woman should never need an excuse to go out and buy a hat!  But I recall at least one episode when Lucy needed a little "pick me up" and hat shopping with Ethel was the answer.  

Well, I don't know about any of that, but I know those women in mid-century movies and TV, got a big kick out of hat shopping.  So, I gave it a try (at an antique store) and I did have a heck of a good time.  I'm sure a few of the pillbox and veiled hats I tried on were from the fifties.  But there were so many doozies from different eras, I just had to try them all!

I heard that the hat market slowed down towards the end of the fifties. Women started spending more time at the hair salon and didn't want to hide or mess their fancy hair-do! But Easter is still a pretty powerful motivation for buying a hat.  I didn't find the perfect one yesterday... but I still have a month!!

At 57 I am wearing a ponytail and playing with dolls!  That's like a Hitchcock movie. However, it's not quite as creepy as the time I watched a man, stop in the plaza in front of The Alamo and pull a Barbie out of a briefcase.  He seemed dead serious as he photographed her in front of the Texas landmark.

But I have a good excuse.  I'm trying to reach my goal of celebrating the 1950's in 57 ways... before April 9!  And Barbie was born in 1959, so why not have a little fun. Actually my ponytailed Barbie disappeared over the years, but I was able to find the old suitcase holding my (less glam) Midge Doll.  She doesn't have Barbie's sexy pout, but she fits Barbie's swimsuit just fine.  I'm glad to say I am also the keeper of my sister's Ken Doll. He may be losing his felt hair, but he still looks fine in his red trunks, terrycloth coverup and green swim flippers!   

Mom, thanks for never throwing anything away.  I had a mighty fun time!

I love celebrating Chinese New Year's in Houston, because there are so many authentic options for food!  Our "Asia Town" as many call it, covers 6 square miles and offers every kind of Asian market, restaurant and business you could imagine. 

After a search, Don and I found Chang's Chinese, which offered the safe and boring dishes that our families would have ordered 50+ years ago. We called in a carry out order of Chicken Chow Mein, Shrimp Chop Suey, Pork Lo Mein and Egg Drop Soup.  We enjoyed our own tea and tried to ignore the lottery numbers that are now included on fortune cookies.  After our meal we sat back and watched a YouTube clip of Rogers and Hammerstein's musical, Flower Drum Song.  Holy cow. The song and dance number titled "Chop Suey" is a pretty whacky (and rather unrealistic) peek into the world of San Francisco's Chinatown in the fifites!
 
CHOP SUEY SONG: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPwiqmv6Xeo

I love Oscar Night, even when I'm not celebrating the fifties!  But for today, I tried to celebrate the art and glamour of 1950's movies, all day!  In the afternoon I attempted to watch the Oscar winning movie filmed during my birth year, that earned Best Picture at the 30th annual Academy Awards.  I tried.  I really did.  But I have never been to sit through Bridge On the River Kwai.  I love the whistling and I love the jungle, but I was restless and gave up.  Instead, I just waited for evening and put on some 1950's costume bling and white gloves and enjoyed popcorn with the Awards.  

BTW, wearing white gloves is a very good diet technique.  It's such a lot of trouble removing your gloves to nibble, so you are inclined to eat less. Of course I solved the problem by removing the gloves for good... and stuffing myself silly.

I'm not really sure about hair health, but I have a feeling the old hair-brushing routine could lead to more restful sleep!  It's at least a lot more calming than checking emails at bedtime!

When I was born in 1957, Eisenhower was president and there was no such thing as President's Day.  When I was in grade school in the 1960's, we had Washington's Birthday and Lincoln's Birthday... until the Uniform Monday Holiday Act invited us to celebrate all presidents on one day. 

In my search for entertaining facts, I found a curious write-up, which I have shared below.  Now I have much to ponder about my Birth Year Prez, who was raised by parents who were originally Mennonites... who almost had his leg amputated as a teen and who was pretty devastated when he didn't make the West Point baseball team.  
HAPPY PRESIDENT'S DAY!

http://serene-musings.blogspot.com/2012/02/10-fun-facts-about-dwight-d-eisenhower.html

 

For dinner on Valentine's Day, Don and I had a little fun creating the romantic mood of a 1950's Italian restaurant.  While Puccini played in the background we set the table with a checkered cloth and a stuck a candle in the Chianti bottle.  We whipped up some spaghetti, salad and bread and pondered over which movie to watch.  We agreed on the 1953's "Roman Holiday".  Watching Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck, whip around Rome on a Vespa gave me a new idea for celebrating the fifties.  If only I knew someone who owned one!

Yesterday I decided to make a Valentine's Day card just like kids did in the 1950's.  They might have used paste instead of Elmer's and they could have used real lace instead of doilies... but I'm sure they used metal scissors and construction paper!  I had a good time making a mess and by the time I finished decorating the front, inside and the back with about a pound of glitter, it was a hefty little thing!  Then I had to decide who would get the card.

Since I was "Sweetheartless" on every single Valentine's Day... until I met my husband, I decided I would just pick a random person (out in the world) to receive my gift.  It is February 13, so we shall see!  

There's something about sewing by hand, that makes me feel in touch with the past.  So on Monday evening, I sat down to watch a documentary about Dr. Martin Luther King Junior.  In my lap, I worked on a project I've been at for a couple years.

The quilt I'm piecing together is made up of fabric squares, decorated by adults and children I've volunteered with, while on travels around the country.  The red square in the middle was personalized by Mary Ann from Gee's Bend, Alabama.  

As I stitched, I absorbed details about Dr. King and his early involvement with the Civil Rights Movement in the 1950's.  I was reminded of Rosa Parks and her brave refusal to give up her bus seat... and Dr. King's involvement with the bus boycott.  And when I saw the red square I was reminded of the poor community of Gee's Bend, which is made up of descendants of slaves who worked the plantation.  Mary Ann's written words reminded me of her amazing quilting skills as well as her story of Dr. King coming to speak at their small Baptist Church. 

Quilting and thinking.  A different kind of celebration of the 1950's.