Just recently we found ourselves watching an episode of Dan Cruickshank’s excellent TV series on the history of housing focussing on post-War living, quickly followed by one in the ‘Hidden Killers’ series again dealing with the post-War home. Both were fascinating, both filled with highly-desirable mid-Century items (not all of them potentially lethal!), but both brought home to us just how much our 1960s childhood was defined by the everyday technology that pervaded the home in a way no previous generation of children had experienced.
Rather than write an essay about it that would be a poor shadow of so many books and articles on the topic, I thought I’d turn this blog over to the photo albums, on the basis that the access to affordable photography was itself hallmarked the halcyon years of the 60s family. It didn’t take long; we were both lucky enough to have fathers keen on documenting our childhoods, and parents who, if they didn’t pounce on every technological fad, certainly had the means and inclination to embrace the modern. So, here’s a selection of images that typify the place of technology in the 60s home.
Let’s start in the living room…
- A classic 60s look
- With commercial TV
- But also Royalty
And still in the lounge (as the 60s house had it)…
- I loved the radiogram Dad built
- With turntable, tape recorder and radio tuner
- But also the temporary clockwork railway
Whilst through in the kitchen…
- There’s a Hoover twin tub
- A fridge with the tiny freezer compartment
- And a multi function cooker
Transport was a big influence…
- I had my own version of a Mk I Ford convertible
- Which got washed regularly
- But sometimes reverted to pedal power
But random bits of technology offered just as much fun…
- A Hoover very much like the one in Our Man in Havana
- With long waiting lists for phones, this was the closest we came
- And lawn mowers were people-powered
And days out were full of reflections of scientific progress…
- We rode in rockets
- Space Scooters
- And my sister was eaten by a Dalek
But occasionally reminders of a simpler age…
And finally, the house in which my memories were made, which Mum and Dad watched being built: