When I dream about my father, as I do even though he has been dead for more than a quarter of a century, I always wake up when I hear the crunch of tires rolling over rock salt — an unmistakable sound evoking the winters of my Michigan childhood in the 1950s and early '60s.
Dad, an accountant, would pull his car out of our icy driveway and head for his office long before first light. This was tax season, and he could keep his business and our family financially afloat only by working 80-hour weeks.
You won't find Bob Jacoby or his unglamorous middle-class, middle-income contemporaries in "Mad Men," the AMC series whose sixth season began recently. If we are to believe the message of popular culture, the last men on top — the men who came of age during World War II or in the decade after it — ran the show at work, at home and in bed.
There are undeniable elements of truth in this portrait. Part of the nonguilty pleasure of watching the first five seasons of "Mad Men," which is set in 1960 through 1967, is that the complacent white male bosses are largely unaware of impending challenges to their power. It's like a classic cartoon in which people are devouring hamburgers while a hungry lion crouches just out of sight around the corner.
But something is missing from this picture.
Nearly all institutional power for 20 years after the war was indeed wielded by the war generation (and eventually by younger men born during the Depression). Yet the vast majority of men possessed limited power that could vanish swiftly if they committed the ultimate sin of failing to bring home a paycheck.
It was often said, as the feminist movement found its voice in the early 1970s, that most wives were just one man away from poverty. It would have been just as valid to say that most men were just one job away from poverty.
In 1960, about 25 percent of wives with children under 18 held jobs — many of them part time — and a disproportionate number of those women came not from the middle class but from the poorest fifth of American families. Throughout my childhood, "she works" was a pitying pejorative applied to women whose husbands had turned out to be "bad providers."