The 50’s was defiantly a time of change, TV’s were increasing in households, the world was recovering from war, Hollywood was here for the world, the ‘teenagers’ became a category. Many legacies which live today are from the 50’s, and below are two pieces I’ve written; one is based on someone’s memories of their childhood in the 1950’s. The second piece is based on my Hollywood research (I was meant to just write one, but wrote two, so here they are).
The Fifties Wife
‘Just until we can afford it’ Keith insured he’s wife, Connie. She didn’t mind working a few hours in the week, but when it seemed to have cost her reputation, she wished Keith was able to financially manage the household. She went from being the woman at door seventy-nine, to that gallivanting lady who lets her children run loose. This was not true; despite juggling a new evening job she made sure that her three boys were as good as any other. Keith made sure he took charge once she left for the Hughes household, to play the role as maid; at least she was being paid for it. If only her eldest was old enough to work, then maybe all the laughing from the perfect neighbourhood wives would stop, and perhaps her mother in law would stop those insolent comments at the dinner table during family meetings, making Connie feel uncomfortable, and demeaning Keith as a man.
Perhaps if she had a man like Mr Hughes, she and her children would be sorted. Connie had begun noticing Mr Hughes crafty moves, after Mrs Hughes had gone to bed, he would watch Connie work, she pretended she didn’t know. She did not want to be sucked in. If any hearsay came out her family, her life would be at risk. What if she could get Mr Hughes to want her, what if he could bring her out of poverty?
The Fifties Stars
‘It’s all about the Hollywood life; they all want to be us’ Marigold laughed, holding her glass of wine at tongue distance to her lips. She and Della had just finished shooting the last scenes of their film. The director knew it would be a hit merely because their faces were in it. Marigold’s golden pinned up curls and signature red lips mixed with Della’s brunette short fringe and that unique pout no other actress seemed to have mastered.
The women created a tradition when they worked together, a glass of wine-which never ended at just one,bottle- at the end of the night, to celebrate another successful shooting. The one which would mean Marigold would stumble into her mansion, quarrel with her husband, sometimes it became physical, always ending in tears, sometimes they would make up from the heat, usually if he had also taken something, even if he was sober it still did not prevent the purple bruises which became more visible the next day.
Della would not usually go home; she would go to her lover’s house. She could feel the end to her fourth marriage; it began to have that stale feeling. She began to wonder if perhaps all these break-ups were her fault, fortunately for her, having money meant she could divorce as many times as she needed to. She was a celebrity; she could live however she wanted.
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