And sometimes, at least in the moment, they’re just plain accurate.In June 1954, LIFE magazine published an article titled “The Luckiest Generation” that, revisited 60 years later, feels like an almost perfect snapshot of a certain segment of American society at a particular moment in the nation’s history.
In Carlsbad, as everywhere else, teenagers are not only driving new cars to school but in many cases are buying them out of their own earnings.
These are the children who at birth were called “Depression babies.” They have grown up to become, materially at least, America’s luckiest generation.
Young people 16 to 20 are the beneficiaries of the very economic collapse that brought chaos almost a generation ago.
The Depression tumbled the nation’s birth rate to an all-time low in 1933, and today’s teenage group is proportionately a smaller part of the total population than in more than 70 years. To them working has a double attraction: the pay is good and, since their parents are earning more too, they are often able to keep the money for themselves. First, and probably most obvious, is the racial makeup of the “teenage group” that LIFE focused on, at least pictorially, in that 1954 article: there might be a few people of color in one or two of the photographs in this gallery, but we certainly have not been able to find them.
Since there are fewer of them, each — in the most prosperous time in U. history — gets a bigger piece of the nation’s economic pie than any previous generation ever got. Second, the nature of the boon — of the improbable and unprecedented good fortune — that befell these kids is not that they’re spoiled rotten, or that every possible creature comfort has been handed to them.
This means they can almost have their pick of the jobs that are around. Instead, it’s that they have the opportunity to work at virtually any job they choose.
“They are often able to keep the money” that they earn. They’re learning, day by day, what it means to make one’s way in the world.
So, yes, they were lucky — and compared to countless generations of youth who came before, all over the world, white working- and middle-class teens in 1950s America were, for the most part, lucky. In that sense, maybe they were the luckiest generation, after all.
But unlike the entitled creatures that most of us would count as the “luckiest” (and the most obnoxious) among us these days, the teens profiled in LIFE in 1954 don’t look or feel especially coddled.