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Summary The fifties were a time of great prosperity and innovation. Order in society was beneficial, too, until the blessedness of our success surrendered to permissiveness. Chapter Prosperity and pleasant smiles gave Ike his popularity -- his businesslike Administration brought us back a ways from socialism. These were "Happy Days" for most of us, the baby boomer age, consumer-led, the calm before the rage of Civil Rights and Vietnam. Ideals possessed us, freedoms borne on wings and wheels enthralled us, comfy suburbs (Levittown) were home, and businessmen of great renown revealed the merits of free enterprise: the genius in the trend to standardize hotels (like Kemmons Wilson) and our food (Ray Kroc). Did such consistency exude conformity? It didn't! People sought a means of order in a decade wrought with change and foreign enemies. Secure, not soulless, were the suburbs. The allure of travel helped Americans expose themselves to Asians, Mexicans, and those unlike the folks back home. What better way to say it? -- Norman Rockwell could portray our spirit, freedoms, and deficiencies in master artwork. Yet despite the ease of fifties living, there was culture shock. Permissiveness was urged by Doctor Spock. Religion lost its grip. The loose control and constant urge to spend imbued the soul of our society with wantonness - a lack of toughness that would soon express itself in sixties strife. Our nuclear ambitions roiled us, too. The popular consensus? Nukes in waiting kept the peace. And Sputnik, challenging our expertise in science, spurred a high-tech spending spree, and NASA helped relieve anxiety. |