I am not at all surprised that middle class women who stayed home in the 1950s had interests. I don't think that anyone imagined that they were nanny/housemaids without a thought to anything but laundry or diapers.
But my God, imagine being someone with ambition and grit and imagination and brains who was told that they couldn't do anything but grow mushrooms for pin money and look forward to an occasional trip to a gallery. Imagine having all your skills and gifts focused not on law or medicine or ideas or politics or managing teams of people or figuring out problems--but just on bird watching and wall switches.
If that's what motivates you, you can still do that. I don't denigrate it. But so, so many women were stuck.
And for those who had to work then, at a job rather than a career, imagine being told you couldn't have your own credit card (without your husband's approval); that your wages would be less then those of men with the same experience doing the same damn job; that once you got pregnant you had to give up what you had done (not choose to, not face high nursery fees, but that you were fucking fired). That while you were on the job you had to put up with whatever was thrown your way, because there was no concept of sexual harassment or discrimination.
I'm sorry OP, I know you mean well, but I can't fucking stand posts like this. It isn't about the individual situationI'm sure there were tens of thousands of happy housewives in the 50sbut about the systems, laws, and institutions. You want to grow pin money mushrooms? Vaya con dios. You don't have any other outlet for that great big human brain in you? It's a nightmare.