Let's see what your 1950's neighbors are up to

Instead of cruising the park for male "companionship" Mr. Smith from down the block spends his free time making metal fish.

The Gliddenhouser twins are going to bed early after having their nightly "hernia check" courtesy of their Uncle Vernon.

Mrs. Plank's family finally fell asleep and it's time for her to take some of her "mommy medicine."

Mr. Stone is planting explosives in his tool handles in the hopes that the husband of the Roman Catholic family down the street will borrow them.

Mrs. Hansen is getting ready to go "visit a shut in" who's located in room #413 at the Crest Motel.

Madge from across the street is calling the FBI and telling them that everyone in your neighborhood is a Communist.
Young Nancy Blake is simply cleaning the house. She is not removing evidence and her parents are not dead, they're visiting relatives in Ontario.

Gimpy Jim is in his basement taking "art photos" of small animals again.

So as you can tell, it's just another quiet night at your 1950's neighbor's houses.

1956 was a great year

How great was it? Well, you had machines to do your counting for you:

While you hunted for uranium for pleasure and or profit.

Holy shit, there were really people who hunted uranium for pleasure? Maybe it wasn't such a great year after all.

(Both scanned pictures come from the Feb. 1956 edition of Popular Mechanics.)