Mid Century Home Style: The Bathrooms From Our Past

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Some of my best memories of my Mimi (my mom’s mom) involved when I would spend the night at her little brick house. The bathroom at the top of the stairs was a forties-style, pink and black paradise to a little girl. The little black tiles set in the floor and wall were always shiny, and the bathtub was always clean. The black-and-pink poodles splattered all over the tissue covers, laundry hamper, and the good hand towels kept my attention the entire time I sat amidst three—count’m three!—capfuls of Mister Bubble and gave myself bubble mustaches and beards. Mimi would wash my hair, I would complain that she got soap in my eyes, and all would be right with the world.

When I think of Mimi’s second house, I usually think of the colors of the fifties: the avocado jadeites, salmon-type pinks, and crappy blond that most of the furniture was made of back then. She was such a huge part of my life that is almost impossible for me not to think of her whenever I see retro furniture and appliances. Because of this, I loved the link an anonymous pooper sent to us last week, and I hope you also will. The website Mid Century Home Style has an entire section dedicated to bathrooms from the forties, fifties, and sixties. You can look through the galleries for each decade, and maybe you will find a bathroom that looks like one you grew up with. While I did not find an exact representation of my Mimi’s bathrooms, I enjoyed the galleries, and I hope that you will, too.

An ad from the 1957 Sears Collection, pink and green. Sadly, there are no black swans on the hand towels.

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6 Comments on "Mid Century Home Style: The Bathrooms From Our Past"

ChiefThunderbutt's picture
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The bathroom I grew up with was probably more prevalent in American homes of the 19th century or earlier. Rather than a tub in a room of its own we had a galvanized tub that was placed on the kitchen floor next to the coal burning stove that we used to heat our bath water. When we finally got an electric stove I thought we had really entered the modern age. We got one of those electric water heaters that could simply be dropped into the tub. What a great modern convenience!

We had a good well that provided plenty of cool water but our land was far to rocky for a septic tank field drain to work. We had a mere few inches of topsoil on solid rock so my father had blasted a hole for a long drop outhouse that we made do with.

There were chamber pots for nighttime peeing but for a number two in the middle of the night there was a necessary trek to the outhouse. That was not a pleasant excursion so we always tried to take care of business before retiring for the night.

We weren't much behind the rest of America because I grew up in the 1940s and 1950s whereas indoor plumbing didn't come to rural areas in the US until the 1930s. I still have great memories of those simple days.

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I always LOVED going to spend the weekend with Granny because her bathroom was so much nicer than our bathroom at home. Granny had a claw-foot tub that was HUGE and she always let me use her Chanel No. 5 bath powder when I was done. Also, she had fluffy towels that smelled really good--my mom always used only unscented detergent. Granted, I couldn't take a shower there, but who cares when you can take baths like that??

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Chief, you are a wonderful bridge of antiquity to modern.

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I dig the 1949 Armstrong Bathroom. Looks like a bathroom Snow White would have poopied, where birds chirp from the widow sill, and where Grumpy would leave an angry, unflushed stinker to the surprise of the next occupant.
My grandmother is 93 (still bowls), and still lives in the house that my mother grew up in (Erie, Penn.) . The bathrooms are not fancy fare, but I will write that one time Virginia (Ginny) did summon me into the kitchen and mischievously took a coffee mug from her cupboard to share. On the mug was engraved "Happiness is a warm pussy". I just about swallowed my tongue.

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Anonymous's picture

The only thing that I remember about my granny's crapper was its intense desire to spew anything you put in it (and a few of its friends) back at you. Flush that beast and you were swimming in shit... even if you only pissed.

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My Grandpa (Mom's side) built his house from the ground up when my Mom was only a few years old. My Grandma still had the pastel pink tub and tile until just a few years ago when the house was totally rebuilt due to a sinking foundation.

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