A Child’s Drawings from the 1950s
Inspired from “The Happy Quitter” with her blog Nonsmokingladybug on a subject called “Pictures can speak loader than words” I would like to share some of the drawings from my childhood about 60 years ago.
I grew up in a suburb of Copenhagen like so many other families who had moved from the overcrowded flats in Copenhagen to better surroundings, parks, gardens and villas in the early 1950s. My twin brother and I didn’t play much in big groups as we were a bit shy and not accustomed to big groups. Our mother had a fear of us getting ill from the much-feared polio.
My name was Inge Maria and since I was fifteen I am only Maria.
Our town was called the “Town of the baby carriages”, the number of children was huge and many schools were built at that time just as schools nowadays are closed down many places in Denmark due to lack of children.
I loved the creative kind of playing where I had a chance to have my own influence on the result. I also remember the frustration of not being able to make what I wanted to.
Some of my drawings show the things I longed for like playing in big groups, getting a baby sister or brother or walking with a pram or baby carriage. Later on, in my childhood, the drawings expressed a wish for learning to dance ballet. I don’t think I asked for it as I somehow knew it would be impossible to attend a ballet class.
Some of the paper used for the drawings is very coarse due to the lack of good materials after the war. All the drawings on smaller light blue cardboard pages are from my father’s radio factory. They were used for registering the material going to be sent out to different firms.
The last drawings show my intense interest for fashion clothing as we started to see what that looked like from British fashion magazines. Twiggy
Showing my world
Some drawings are a view into my worlds like our garden our house and our yellow playhouse which our father made for us in 1955. A holiday in a small farmhouse arose an interest in living in the country and become a farmer’s wife. I am glad that I didn’t pursue that dream.
I loved Christmas
Much time was spent waiting for Christmas. In my childhood, our homes weren’t decorated for Christmas until the last week before December 24 which is our biggest celebration day for Christmas. To make drawings about Christmas was a way to manage the long days of waiting. In the spring I liked very much to draw chickens and hens and big chocolate Easter eggs with big bows on. These Easter drawings have disappeared.
It could have been a Christmas present for my parents.
My mother kept all these drawings as well as my children’s drawings and letters from family and friends from a long time back. All that is here with me and I will not be able to throw it out.
Some of you know that I have a collection of the old dolls and doll baby carriers. I can’t describe the joy of having that what I longed for.