Today, Hiatally: For all you Mid-Century fans, it’s another model dream house. (The banner above is the grainy cover illustration from BHG, run through some enhacing programs.)

This is the Dream.

It can be yours - if you help finish a Jemima Jingle.

Simple contest.

   
  They go real well with cooked pig meat
   

Here’s the floor plan. Click to embiggenate.

Three bedrooms, a “beach play area” with sand, room for all in a modern, compact California style.

No no people should want to live in an apartment in Brooklyn not this

Gedouddaheah.

Some small, fuzzy details, taken from the ad, compared against the pictures in the magazine:

You’ll note that the pictures line up exactly with the colors and patterns in the floor plan:

I don’t think there’d ever been such a clean and forceful break with traditional styles. Well, the 30s, yes, but those were movie sets. Few people went Moderne. This was a nationwide sweep to a new paradigm, and you can understand why the modern-minded people liked it.

A hundred houses were built across the country. You can check the list and see what’s still standing. Duluth:

Nicely updated. Then there's the Minneapolis example:

The whole magazine - it's 1954, by the way - can be found here, with a sign-up (free) to the BHG archives. You'll also find suggestions for improving your own older non-dream home.

That is wild. No, I would not want to live there.

A bright and interesting room for children!

Let's isolate that mural and straighten it.

That's a lot.

It's an optical illusion! There aren't any plants. It's wallpaper!

I wonder how many people did this and when all examples were removed, or whther there's still a bedroom somewhere with this stuff.

This might be the only one that aged well.

I know it's all idealized and appliances are better now and people make more money and TVs are bigger but -

But man, sometimes you think they had it good. They had it real good.

 

 

 

   
 

Today it's 1970.

The hip mod with-it gal appreciates ketchup, just like grannie! It bridges the generation gap.

Every girl had those shoes. Every. Girl. They’d be popular for years. Assless chaps for the foot-fetish set.

Inside, more: I was right about the generation-gap idea; it’s explicitly stated.

I've been seeing the little red bottle since I didn't dig thing one

OH MY GOD I HAD NO IDEA.

Those couldn’t have lasted long. The tuna association was too strong. I found ads in California for a grand total of four locations. One one remains:

“No, we’re not buying that.”

Mom seems to have thrown everything in the cart in a chaotic jumble.

In the French market, proving the wisdom of European expansion: Free Steak Knife

I haven’t mentioned this before: for years the annual report had news on the Italian baby-food division with the off-putting name of PLASMON.

It’s the brand name of a proprietary brand of dried milk, Wikipedia says. Heinz still makes Plasmon buscuts in Italy.

The back cover.

I wonder where that big prop ended up.

 

That'll do. And yes, we'll be here tomorrow. See you then.