I Am A Child of the 60’s
I was, and still am, a died-in-the-wool peace loving, tree hugging, hippie.
I still wear patchouli oil and burn Nag Champa incense.
I still wear clogs
I love big bold necklaces ala love beads and big dangly earrings.
I am thrilled that my 20-something daughter is wearing flowy blouses with lace and embroidery
If I have to wear a skirt, it’s to my ankles
I know the words to almost every Beatles song
I saw in concert:
The Lovin’ Spoonful
Jim Morrison & The Doors
Paul Revere & the Raiders
Credence Clearwater Revival
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
I’ve marched on the Pentagon and the UN.
I heard Allen Ginsberg recite Howl.
I went to Kent State University and boycotted the administration. I walked many times where students were shot 9 months after my graduation.
I went on vacation to California, spent time on Haight-Ashbury, went to LA, and didn’t come home for a long time.
I didn’t trust anyone over 30 and firmly believed that if you weren’t a part of the solution, you were part of the problem.
I ironed my long, long hair to make it straight.
I had albums by people like The Holy Modal Rounders, Buffy Sainte Marie, and Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention.
I went to love-ins, hitch-hiked and hopped on freight trains.
I did some things that were illegal, but a lot of fun!
I look back on this time and realize it was probably one of the best times of my life. It formed me; made me who I am today. I’d like to think those were good times and that I became a good person.