Art in the 50's

I'm  9 years old, i wake up and  sit at the breakfast table. My mother serves me Beechnut Mixed Cereal. I love the stuff. Especially after adding enough sugar to make sugar swirls in it. Thats at least  12 tsp  of sugar. I have a  side order of  chocolate milk, with Fox's U Bet syrup of course. That was the best. My dad used to buy ugly cans of Hershey chocolate syrup sometimes. I don't know what the man was thinking.  UBet rocks, it's what the  candy stores used to make  egg creams and  ice cream sodas.

     We had a formica dining room table ,, the  perfect easel.  I pour out some  syrup on the table  and begin to do a magnificent  finger painting. I was  like the Salvador Dali or  maybe Jackson Pollock of  chocolate syrup painting. I covered about half of the table. If i felt in the mood, ketchup would be a good highlight effect.   Then it would dry, with a  wonderful shiny texture.  It had a peculiar affect on my mother ,,, when she would look at my paintings , her face would  turn the color of the ketchup.  Amazing,  I loved that color on her, but then she turned violent and  I had to run. 

    Now its already  10 AM and  one of my favorite shows  was on  TV. Winky Dink.  This show was great , because  at one point in the show, which was  a  cartoon character show.  The  human  host would  say, " ok , kids take out your  Winky Dink screens and put them on the TV" .  Ummm I didn't have a  Winky Dink Screen.  A WInky Dink screen is a clear greenish plastic screen that stuck to the  glass TV  screen when  laid across it.  The host  would slowly  have lines appear,  and  it would form  figures such as  the Winky Dink character, or  secret treasures.  We would have to trace the screen, and then you'd have a picture on the  plastic. It was really cool.  However,  when one didn't have the screen, but  one had  lipstick and  crayons, well,,,  it kind of looked  better  right on the glass of the  TV screen.   OMG   my mother     went  nuts.  Here I thought I did a good job with the drawing ,,, She called  my  dad in and  he  couldn't believe what he was seeing.   Him being a rational man, said to my mother ,, "i think we need to buy him the  Winky Dink screen",,   and they did.