From the archives… 1950

1950s-fashion-1950-gettyimages smlNot long released from the dreary clutches of the war; ears no longer tuned into the air-raid siren or a suspect aeroplane – what bliss! And, as a carefree teenager, what joy it was to be able to wear ‘the new look’ with peplum-waisted two-pieces and pretty dresses with voluminous skirts and petticoats after the utilitarian years just past… Apart from sweets and chocolates still being rationed, we could now treat our taste buds with, much-missed, oranges and bananas, despite the odd queue. Fortunately, books hadn’t been rationed, and I owned a copy of a much-treasured “Jane Eyre” and had an up-to-date issue of a newly-published American magazine import about the latest “True Crimes” in the United States, which I always relished.

I had long-since joined the Youth Club where I jitter-bugged with vigour and enthusiasm to a record player, but was fast-being lured by more sophisticated haunts such as The Hammersmith Palais, the local Ilford Palais and The Lyceum in London, with its wonderful, bouncy dance-floor. I was in heaven! My best friend, Sheila – ‘Slim’ – Devo, “held court” in college, as she had such a magnetic personality, and we bopped wherever there was music, had pretty dresses run up by a cheap dressmaker and, at one time, both worked for Associated British Cinemas in Golden Square. (I left their employ after my mature boss tried doing unspeakable things to me in the broom cupboard.) She stayed on awhile and became a successful career girl, working for several notable personalities, including Jack Hylton. A few years later, we joined an East End Amateur Dramatic Society and appeared in “Oklahoma” staged at The People’s Palace in Mile End. Being a good actress with an excellent stage voice, Slim played a leading role, while I ably cavorted on stage with the other dancers, not daring to project my questionable singing on the audience…

One day I played truant (the one and only time. Honest) and didn’t heed the warning of a classmate at college:

dancers 3“You’re not going to the pictures with Jeremy Howard, are you? He’s got a terrible reputation…” I should have listened… (The picture had only just started and, within minutes, he had undone the buttons on my sweater…) I recall saying, cheeks flaming…“You heel!” before flouncing out of the cinema with a few hours to play with! The trouble was, although I liked boys a lot, I was shy and blushed crimson. Being a teenager had its problems…” The times”were very different then and you quickly gained the label of a Jezebel if you were liberal with your favours. Catholicism added to the guilt complex; something I resolved in later years. Fortunately, there seemed to be a fair percentage of young “gentlemen” around and I met some really nice boys (guys was used much later). That’s not to say a whole lot of smooching didn’t occur… But dancing was my passion and I certainly did my share. I loved ballroom, and at one stage, met a pleasant lad who asked me to train seriously but, for one reason or another, it didn’t come to fruition.

Soho Coffee BarThe generally more buoyant atmosphere of the 50’s, was enhanced by the really fabulous music around at the time. American-style coffee bars and cafes were opening in London, and we were truly spoiled by the Big Band sounds from Glen Miller, Tommy Dorsey, and Harry James records, and musicians like Count Bassie, Louis Armstrong, and Duke Ellington. And then there were the singers who could REALLY sing, or rather croon, such as Sinatra, Perry Como, Bing Crosby, Howard Keel, Ella Fitzgerald and Sarah Vaughan—swoon… The list is as long as my arm.

It was only three years since I had visited Merville in France where my father was housed in the first part of the war as an airman. He had befriended an attractive woman called Clemence who sent us a few food parcels, and ran a café there. I had crossed the channel for the first time, aged fifteen with my Godmother Aunt Doris. We had a rough ride in a taxi from the station over roads unfit to drive on and passed fields still littered with war debris. Entrails of various planes and craters were still evident, and the café Clemence ran was opposite a rocket-launching pad facing the UK. She said she prayed every time she heard one going up. I was treated like a VIP when we arrived. “Oh, Sharlie’s daughter….” She exclaimed several times, shaking her head. Methought she was very fond of Dad! I was prodded and well-fed as she tutted “Too thin…” and had my first glass of wine with dinner! We visited Lille by train to shop at their market; and cycled to the local churchyard to look for poor 1280px-Royal_Air_Force-_France,_1939-1940._C1498 smlUncle Bernard’s grave. He was Aunt Doris’s youngest brother, aged 22, and had been a navigator in the Royal Air Force. For some strange reason, she thought he might be buried there, but had been stationed many miles away. His body was never found. It was later thought he went down in the channel in his plane, poor man. I recall shedding several tears at sight of so many memorial “Angels” to youngsters near my age.

One evening, I was taken by my Aunt to the village hall, which also featured as a cinema. What an eye opener…Youngsters of both sex, seeming sophisticated beyond their ages, nonchalantly smoked, and one blonde French lad made quite a fuss of me and changed places with a friend so he could sit beside me. Aunt Doris was chatting to the person next to her in stuttered French, so didn’t notice “Paul’s” interest. The lights dimmed and the film played out, with Paul nudging closer and flirting like mad. When the lights came on and Aunt Doris noticed Paul’s interest, she whisked me away. But not before he said “I will write cherie… Clemence will give me your address,” and kissed me on one cheek.

Armed with a freshly killed and plucked goose for “Dear Sharlie and Lila,” we left a tearful Clemence for home. True to his word, Paul wrote, and Aunt Doris helped me translate, but by the third letter, he was getting carried away and she became shocked by his ardour. She then received a letter from Clemence telling me not to reply to his letters as he had stolen some of his grandmother’s savings to cross the channel and visit me. I should have been shocked, but instead was rather flattered to be wooed like a heroine in a French novel.

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And so, I left Pitman’s college at fifteen to work in a series of offices in the City and West End of London. I was buzzing! I can’t emphasize enough just how wonderful it was to see all the lights aglow and the shops stuffed with such an array of tempting goodies after being, often, boarded up or near-empty for over five years. And it was such a joyful time that, as a family, we were all together again.

 

© Copyright Joy Lennick 2020

24 thoughts on “From the archives… 1950

  1. Yeah, Another Blogger 26/02/2020 / 10:32 pm

    I’ve said it before: You’ve had an exciting, fascinating life. And your ability to remember past events in detail is fantastic.

    Bye till next time!

    Neil

    • joylennick 26/02/2020 / 10:38 pm

      Thank you, kind sir. I enjoy remembering… Cheers. x

  2. Liz Gauffreau 27/02/2020 / 3:30 am

    I enjoyed your reminiscence of the post-war years. You paint a very vivid picture–and oh, those boys . . . Coincidentally, a blogger I follow recently wrote about how mad for dancing she was at age 19, her stomping ground of choice being the Roundhouse in Camden.

    • joylennick 27/02/2020 / 9:34 am

      Thank you, Liz. I recall the Roundhouse in Camden, but never ‘gyrated’ there….Oh for some of that energy now!! Best wishes.x

      • Liz Gauffreau 28/02/2020 / 1:37 am

        I thought you might! I can still summon that energy, but only in very small bursts.

  3. Tandy | Lavender and Lime 27/02/2020 / 6:29 am

    What lovely memories after such a tough time. I love the term ‘liberal with your favours’ and shall save that for when my granddaughter grows up 😉

    • joylennick 27/02/2020 / 9:58 am

      Glad you enjoyed them,Tandy. ‘The mores of the times’ were very different then…Best wishes

  4. ruthlarrea 27/02/2020 / 6:45 pm

    Wonderful, Joy, you really bring alive the atmosphere of the fifties. What a fascinating life you have had! x

    • joylennick 27/02/2020 / 6:53 pm

      Hi Ruth, Thank you! Despite the usual pitfalls…I have been very lucky to have had such a loving family, friends, husband and sons. xx

    • joylennick 28/02/2020 / 3:20 pm

      Thank you so much Jasodhara. Appreciated.

  5. Hilary Coombes 28/02/2020 / 4:40 pm

    Loved reading this. Thank you. Our young people today have no idea of what life was like do they?

  6. willowdot21 28/02/2020 / 4:56 pm

    I loved reading this, so much imformation about life just before my era 💜💜💜

  7. Tom 28/02/2020 / 5:17 pm

    What a fascinating read, Joy. I love glimpses back into the past.

      • Tom 01/03/2020 / 2:10 pm

        🙂

  8. Jennie 29/02/2020 / 3:18 am

    Joy!! I had to read this twice. I was ‘there’ with you- every word, every step of the way from fashion, to dancing, to music, to the cool and too fast guys. This was just wonderful. You were doing Big Bands and the best dancing, and swooning to Frank Sinatra. I’m a little younger, so I loved that (still do), plus rock and roll, R&B, and the Beatles. Great music. I still think you had the best dancing. Americans don’t know what it’s like to have a war on their own soil (except for the Civil War in the 1860’s), so I deeply appreciate what that must have been like for you as a teenager. Thanks so much for this delightful post, Joy.

  9. joylennick 29/02/2020 / 11:58 am

    Hi Jennie, Thank you so much. It’s a great feeling knowing that someone else ‘gets the vibes’ so to speak…I might be nearly 88 (ouch) but there’s still a child and a teenager lurking mentally! If only I had more energy…but I’ve been very lucky having such a great husband and family and count my blessings every day. Keep well. Cheers! x

  10. Sue Vincent 02/03/2020 / 7:57 am

    You capture the excitement of the teenage years so well, Joy x

  11. D. Wallace Peach 05/03/2020 / 5:56 pm

    I love reading your memories, Joy. Such a sense of the time as well as the excitement of youth. I’m very happy now, but those times in our lives were so fresh and they felt wildly adventurous. Lovely post.

    • joylennick 05/03/2020 / 6:44 pm

      Your kind comments are always appreciated Diana. Thank you.Carry on delighting everyone with your beautiful writing. Hugs xx

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