In this essay I examine the subject common to many modern applications in pop culture – the idea of going back in time.
If I could go back in time, I’d transport myself to the 1950s, when life was simpler and people really knew how to have fun. When I think about the pedal pushers, jean jackets and slicked back hair of the era, my inner fashionista gets excited. The thought of enjoying a soda shop treat with my friends after school always produces a smile. The simpler way of life that people in this decade experienced make it a place I could definitely spend some time.
Once I reach the 1950s, my first stop would be a department store, such as Macy’s or Wannamaker’s. I would buy brightly colored dresses with fitted waists and flared skirts that went below the knee so that I could fit in with the crowd. I’d also buy white gloves, pedal pushers and blouses that I could wear to the supermarket or church. Low heels and saddle shoes would also be a must have. A pillbox hat and a straw sunhat would round out my collection.
Once I’m dressed to fit in, I’d take a stroll through the main street of the small town I’d end up in. Perhaps I’d even ride my bike, with a basket attached so that I could carry home my shopping. Since the large supermarkets of today weren’t as common during the 1950s, I’d make a stop at the butcher for some pork chops and the grocery store for fruits and vegetables. I’d also buy flour and yeast since I’ll have to bake my own bread when I get home.
That done, I wouldn’t want to miss a treat at the drugstore’s soda fountain. I’d take a seat on the red leather stool and order a chocolate egg cream, which I’d drink while catching up with the other ladies out doing their shopping. The best part would be that my treat would only cost me about 25 cents.
Once home, I’d have to get dinner started for when my family gets home. Wives and mothers in the 1950s usually didn’t work, but instead stayed home and ran the house. I’d reach into a drawer and pull out an apron that I would secure over my dress. Dinner tonight will be one of the most common 1950s meals of fried pork chops, mashed potatoes and mustard greens. Of course, I’ll also make a homemade cherry pie since dessert was eaten after dinner most every night of the week.
I don’t have a television at home because they aren’t mainstream yet and are very expensive. Instead, my family and I will spend the evening listening to our favorite radio shows, Amos ‘n Andy and Father Knows Best. Before going to sleep, I’ll read from the new bestseller, “Across the River and Into the Trees,” by Ernest Hemingway.
Without all today’s technology and the hustle and bustle of homes where both parents work and kids have every second of their day scheduled, I’d have time to enjoy my life. Sitting on the front porch in the evening actually talking with family sounds preferable to another night of television and apps. Good food, a simple routine and small town would make life just about perfect.
