I’m getting annoyed with posters putting down the 1950’s.
I grew up in the 50’s and 60’s and it was wonderful. Our dads' supported their families and our mums’ were there for us all day long - if we needed them. I remember standing on a chair on her baking day, helping her roll pastry and make cakes. Monday she did her washing and once again I helped.
We listened to the wireless with mum and it was marvelous.
And we watched;
We weren’t dumped off at a day care, baby sitters, nurseries (whatever they are).
We played outside until teatime and then again until bedtime in the summer. We felt safe and secure. We roamed the fields and woods, building forts, riding our bikes, fishing with our little nets in ponds and streams for sticklebacks and tadpoles. We formed gangs of little kids and had played cowboys and Indians, cops and robbers or whatever came to mind. We sorted out the bullies ourselves.
My mum got a job once the youngest was in school, but was always home when we got home from school.
Reading mums net I have come to the conclusion many more women today are stressed out and very unhappy.