Lost in the Fifties – Another Time, Another Place


Published on Feb 18, 2014 by A Diamond Films

Take a trip in time back to the Fifties and relive the culture, the icons and everyday life that made it a very special time. Also a brief look at the racism and McCarthyism that marked the era..

19 thoughts on “Lost in the Fifties – Another Time, Another Place

  1. I wish I had my old comic book collection, my mother used to collect the S&H green stamps. And what can I say about my heroes Micky Mantel and Hopalong Cassidy. Good memories.

    1. Yeah, I grew up in a small town with a big, fat, Sheriff’s deputy who’s nickname was “Beef”. He was a great guy, everyone liked him, of course, this was before the war started.

      These day’s, the last thing you want to have to do is call 911. The F’N molehill soon becomes a mountain, plus, you got @$$holes all over the place.

      1. I grew up in a city that didn’t have it’s own pig force, so they contracted with the L.A. County sheriffs.

        Back then, at least, they rarely tossed you up for no reason, and they weren’t beating people up (unless you were bold enough to sock one), and they damn sure weren’t indiscriminately killing us.

        That all changed in the 70’s, however.

  2. Hey Trenchers. What beautiful memories we lived. That kind of life will live on in my mind till I go home. Glad I experienced them. 🙂

      1. Hey #1. Yes we’re good. Thank you for asking. A number of people needing help that we are able to provide. Been running hard for several months now. I miss being here. I try to check in when I can.
        Stay well brother. 🙂

          1. Hi Millard. Back atcha my good friend. Hope your doing well up there. Spring is coming. Your little friend will enjoy that. 🙂

  3. The 50s lasted a lot longer than 10 years. All of those toys, shows, lifestyle in general was still around up into the first half of th 80’s. Then the 90’s..everything went to shit.

  4. Whenever I landed on spot 87 and slid down to 24 I threw fits! I was known as the “sore loser” in the house! But now, nobody, but nobody, beats me at Scrabble!

    Shoots and Ladders…and riding bikes without helmets…my Grandson will never know these joys… ;-(

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