‘An Answer to a Bible-Basher’ (2013)

Debating dyed-in-the-wool atheists can be a thankless job.

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Roy Rogers–“king of the cowboys”–and Dale Evans were major stars when I was a little boy. I watched their TV shows. They also cut records, including the one above: Faith, Hope, and Charity (That’s the Way to Live Successfully). Back then, no one called for them to be silenced–not that Roy would’ve listened.

So here’s a little piece of mainstream popular culture, vintage 1950s. It’s as good an answer as any to a Bible-basher.

Memory Lane: the Liquor Cabinet

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How many of you have a liquor cabinet in your home–or was that a 1950s thing?

We had one. It fit into a corner of the dining room, like the one in the picture above. The top half was for displaying my mother’s best glassware. I was fascinated by one extra-big glass that I now know was used for mixing drinks. It had all the ingredients for the various mixed drinks printed on it.

The bottom half was where they stored the booze. When they were young, my folks did a lot of entertaining–especially after my father became a foreman at the Ford plant. They’d have these people over–the kind of people, I guess, that you were supposed to entertain once you were on your way up the corporate ladder. The kind of people you had to dress up for. I’d lie awake in my bed and listen to them gabbing away downstairs. The next day Dad would have to buy more liquor.

They eventually outgrew these parties and had no further use for the liquor cabinet. But when I was a little boy I used to sit at the foot of the cabinet and pry open the door when my mother wasn’t in the room. I was intrigued by the assorted bottles. Why weren’t they in the refrigerator with the other bottles? But I was never intrigued enough to steal a sip.

I wonder if our old house, late on weekend nights, has ghosts of those entertainments. All those loud people–what’s become of them? And who now has my parents’ liquor cabinet?

Memory Lane: Running Boards

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When I was a little boy, there were still cars with running boards. In the photo, that’s the wood-colored board between the front and back fenders and below the door. The man across the street from us had a car with running boards, although he soon replaced it with a newer model that didn’t have them. And of course a lot of the cars I saw on TV had running boards–some with riders standing on them. That’s how I knew what they were for.

Today some SUVs have running boards, but their purpose is to help you climb into the car.  The original running boards were for extra passengers.

If your imagination is up to the challenge, you can give yourself quite a good case of the horrors by imagining yourself perched on a running board and clinging to the car door for dear life as it barrels down the Garden State Parkway at 70 mph. That will also help you to understand why no one does this anymore.

I don’t remember anyone actually riding on Mr. Rankin’s running board, so the custom had probably already gone out of use. But if they ever needed to transport eight cops in a four-seater squad car, that was went the running boards came into their own–on small-screen TV, in glorious black and white.

Memory Lane: ‘Little Red Monkey’

I think this might have been the first record I ever had–that, or The Shoemaker and the Elves. That one has survived over 60 years; my sister has it now.

So here is Rosemary Clooney singing Little Red Monkey, back in 1953, a nice little piece of my childhood. A song that could do a child no conceivable harm. And a very catchy tune: that’s how I remembered it so long.

Memory Lane: ‘We Belong to a Mutual Admiration Society’

Going back, way back, all the way to 1956–remember this? Teresa Brewer had a big hit with We Belong to a Mutual Admiration Society. I was only a little shaver at the time–in fact, I didn’t shave at all–but I never quite forgot this song.

Dopes like to speak of the 1950s as a cultural dead zone: but check out this song. Actual music provided by actual musicians. Clever, witty lyrics. An absence of rancor.

I’m posting stuff like this for those of us who remember what it was like, and for those who are too young to have experienced it: to deliver the message that once upon a time, and not so long ago, things used to be a great deal better than they are now–and that it is, after all, possible to have a relatively clean popular culture that’s still a lot of fun.