Introduction
Screen shots from YouTube video on the MyFootage.com channel of a family out for a ride in their 1956 car. The channel describes the car as a Chevy but a commenter states it’s a 1956 Ford.
One enduring image of summertime in the 1950s that can be seen in movies, TV commercials, TV shows and print advertisements is that of a family going out for a drive in a snazzy car with the windows opened and the breeze coming in. The destination seems unimportant. What counted was being seen and being admired. Ownership of an attractive, well-kept car marked the family as having arrived in the ranks of the middle class.
Screen shot from a 1950s Chrysler commercial (See Resources for link). Note how the child is riding in the front seat of the convertible. There are no safety restraints for either mother or daughter.
In this posting we will see how the popular culture had little to no awareness of an important aspect of driving: that there must be safety systems within the vehicle to prevent or lessen injuries to passengers caused by an accident.
Relationship Notes
Frank Jesse Terry* was the son of Al and Blanche (nee Flashenberg) Terry*. He married Emily Leatrice Serrapede in 1950. By 1958 Emily Leatrice was a full-time housewife and the family lived on Frank’s salary. The burden of homeownership strained the family finances causing recurring disagreements between Emily and Frank.
One Sunday after Emily objected to Frank’s criticisms of her use of a charge account, he decided to take EmilyAnn out with him for drive along Shore Road. He thought they both needed a change of scenery.
Blanche and Al Terry were my paternal grandparents.
Josie and Sam Serrapede were my maternal grandparents.
Mrs. Robertazzi and Mrs. A.. were widows who lived in the row where our house was. Because of their good moral character and discretion, they became trusted friends to Emily Leatrice. Neither woman was given to gossiping.
EmilyAnn’s Memoir “A Stitch in Time”: The Fender Bender
The worst disagreements between my parents happened during the weekends. When they started early on a Saturday I had a sure way to get away from the house when the weather was nice. I was almost 5 years old and felt very proud of the way I got the attention of my friends and playmates.
I sat on the stoop with a pad of and a box of coloring pencils. When my friends came to see what I was so engrossed in I’d ask them to draw me a picture. They were happy to do so. I’d ask if we could continue drawing and coloring on their stoop or at their house. When they said yes, I opened the door to call Mom or Dad and ask if I could go to Mary Joan or Joanne’s house. Since Mom and Dad approved of these friends the answer was always yes.
When my friends were not around I sought out Mrs. Robertazzi or Mrs. A. if they were sweeping their stoop or working in their front gardens. Just talking to another adult away from our stoop took my mind off the unsettled feeling that was becoming very familiar to me whenever my parents had a disagreement.
On Sundays my friends were not available for play. The entire day was spent in the company of family. Some families went to church early, others spent time over a leisurely breakfast. Fathers read the newspapers while their children pored over the comics or watched TV. The women were busy cooking the Sunday afternoon feast that included some form of pasta and homemade tomato sauce. Sundays were the days for food, family, and long conversations for the adults, naptimes for the babies and board games for the pre-teens. It was a day when a family either received visitors or paid a visit to their parents, cousins, or other relatives.
Except for bouts of illness, we always visited my Grandparents on Sundays. Both my paternal and maternal grandparents loaded us up with enough leftovers for dinner on Monday and Tuesday. Starting on Wednesday we went back to Mom’s meal plan which consisted of pan fried meats or any kind of meat that could be broiled or roasted in the oven along with some potatoes. Otherwise we had hamburgers, hot dogs or dishes like Chicken a la Can Can or Tuna Crunch. To these meals were added an iceberg lettuce salad with onions and tomatoes and dressed with whatever salad dressing she bought on sale that week.
My parents worked out a way to ensure that my maternal and paternal grandparents had equal chances of seeing us. The approach my parents took was to alternate our visits for the Sunday afternoon meal. It was possible to see both sets of grandparents on the same Sunday. One week we had dinner with Grandpa Al and Grandma Blanche Terry. After that we visited Grandma Josie and Grandpa Sam Serrapede for coffee and dessert. The next weekend we reversed the settings by going to Grandma Josie’s for dinner and then visiting Grandma Blanche’s for dessert.
The visits to my Grandparents took place as scheduled every week, even when my parents had a disagreement over breakfast. Right before Dad and I left for that drive to Shore Road, I heard Mom say something she would repeat many times after this:
“Everything for this house and nothing for me!”
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