Long ago, there was Ward Cleaver.  He wasn’t much of a Dad – in fact, he wasn’t even real.  But the father  in “Leave it to Beaver” was a strong figure all the same because he was, without a doubt, clearly in command of the world around him.  The 1950s was an age of men – a time when Rosie put down her riveter and settled in to raise the kids and do the wash and, if necessary, get a prescription for Valium from her doctor.

The black and white images might still flicker on the teevee sets of our minds once in a while, but they stopped being relevant a long time ago.

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