Family Life In The 60's & 70's

What was your home life like during this era?

I ran across this pic and it brought back memories of going with my mom every week for her hair appointment.

 

This pic looks like it's from the 50's.

No car seat or seat belt laws!

 

My mom and dad showed us home movies on one of these.

 

Loved to go here with me mam and dad every year !

 

There was a swing like this that my granddaddy built at their house.

 

Granddaddy had also built this for their kitchen.

 

These same grandparents had a chair like this which was always my seat at big family meals.

 

My mom would earn these stamps for spending money at the grocery store.

You had to paste them into a book and fill it up.












I remember going to redeem them with her.

Once we got a pressure cooker and once we got a doll. That's all I remember.

 

I remember seeing stuff like this in the backs of comics. View attachment 4487

I love the "Children, get Mom or Dad to order for you"
When you think about it, this attitude still exists; the message is still the way the advertising people encourage us to look at ourselves.

 

to be honest, more times I prefer to forget than to remember......

 

I remember my mum singing along to this whilst doing the ironing

 

Meanwhile, dad drove off to work in one of these - a Morris 1100.

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Me and my little bro were obsessed with these guys - when 'My Fair Lady' finished, if we'd been good, onto the mono record player one of their records would go.

 

Ugh, this heat reminds me the days my mom canned vegetables, in the mid 1970s. We didn't have air-conditioning, we would just have the windows open and hope for a breeze. Then she'd get busy in the kitchen and the house would smell like tomatoes or pickles or whatever. She had one of those pressure cookers that were dangerous as hell, kinda like this one.



Also, it didn't take long for us kids to get underfoot...then we were sent outside for most of the day.

 

My mom would put this album on while she did house cleaning...

 

trying to ride that fine edge between making the record player needle skip and trying not to make mom kill us for doing it

 

My dad drove a dilapidated one of these, a Ford Galaxy 500 with bald tires...kinda ironic now that I think about it. He worked at a tire factory.

 

My dad was a lapsed catholic, but he had a pal from school days who was a priest, a Father Dyson. About once a month he'd call of an evening, meaning that after we boys had said a polite hello, he and dad would secrete themselves in the front room and smoke cigars (usually dad only smoked cigarettes) and drink whiskey.
When the good father left, he'd always say to dad at the door, 'so we'll see you at mass on Sunday then Pat?' Dad would always reply in the affirmative, but he never went. That went on for years. I think it made my mum, a nominal protestant, a little bit uneasy. The more so because of the secretive nature of their conversations.

BTW Aerianne - dad was a huge fan of Herb Alpert.

 

That looks a pretty iconic car to me.

After the Morris 1100, they made a version with a 1300 engine. Dad and I had a bad crash in it, which is one of my most traumatic memories from childhood. I was lucky to come out of that wreck alive.

 

The first car I remember anything about was an Oldsmobile Delta 88. It was light blue. I'm not sure of the year but it looked very similar to the one in the photo.