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Hippies
I remember my freshman year of highschool in September of 1968 my highschool had a dress code I was sent home because my sideburns were to long.......you couldn't wear tennis shoes or blue jeans they would send you home for it......
then in my 10th grade as I walked to school there were Hippies everywhere......long hair sweat jackets with fringe, platform shoes.......and there was a new smell in the air along with all the cigarettes pot was everywhere........
In just that instant life as I knew it was gone.......drugs were now everywhere.....and concerts which had been only at the old theatres in detroit for years were getting bigger with the British Invasion....
The State theatre, the Fox, the East Town, Masonic Temple and Grande Ballroom.......
These venues now were to small and Cobo Hall in Detroit now became the rock and roll concert hall of the entire mid west.........
It was at this time when I really got into drugs.......as I have mentioned before my father and I had a strange relationship at times I thought he loved me but most of the time I really thought he hated my guts........and many times he expressed his hate again, and again and again I prayed all the time for God to save my mom and us (the kids) from the big bad wolf but all I ever got in my prayers was his voice mail.......so drugs suddenly I found filled the void and masked the pain the more I did the less pain I felt.......it was a perfect marriage I thought and the drugs were everywhere in abundance and very inexpensive.....so I jumped in with both feet and became a hippie too............
then in my 10th grade as I walked to school there were Hippies everywhere......long hair sweat jackets with fringe, platform shoes.......and there was a new smell in the air along with all the cigarettes pot was everywhere........
In just that instant life as I knew it was gone.......drugs were now everywhere.....and concerts which had been only at the old theatres in detroit for years were getting bigger with the British Invasion....
The State theatre, the Fox, the East Town, Masonic Temple and Grande Ballroom.......
These venues now were to small and Cobo Hall in Detroit now became the rock and roll concert hall of the entire mid west.........
It was at this time when I really got into drugs.......as I have mentioned before my father and I had a strange relationship at times I thought he loved me but most of the time I really thought he hated my guts........and many times he expressed his hate again, and again and again I prayed all the time for God to save my mom and us (the kids) from the big bad wolf but all I ever got in my prayers was his voice mail.......so drugs suddenly I found filled the void and masked the pain the more I did the less pain I felt.......it was a perfect marriage I thought and the drugs were everywhere in abundance and very inexpensive.....so I jumped in with both feet and became a hippie too............
I have a tiny peace sympol on my hand between my thumb and index finger. Drugs do a very seductive dance to get us hooked. It was different back then though. It was about freedom,love and principles for some hippies. Drugs enhanced it and made many believe it actually helped us to think new ideas, expand our vision.
Drugs used may do this. Drugs abused take us hostage. It kind of defeated the purpose for many.
I still love the 60's music, Hendrix, Joplin, etc. Some good ideas came from that era, some of which we still benefit from today. Too bad the drugs killed so many though. But for the grace............there go I.
Drugs used may do this. Drugs abused take us hostage. It kind of defeated the purpose for many.
I still love the 60's music, Hendrix, Joplin, etc. Some good ideas came from that era, some of which we still benefit from today. Too bad the drugs killed so many though. But for the grace............there go I.
ah buddy.... i think we all felt times where "God didn't hear us." and I don't even guess to know the why's of it... but I do think there's a plan to it all.
maybe had you not gone thru all you did - with your pops, your family, the drugs - well, you wouldn't be saving lives now.
and you are.
so perhaps that was your cross to bear, and the why of it all.
... just a theory.
xo
mj
maybe had you not gone thru all you did - with your pops, your family, the drugs - well, you wouldn't be saving lives now.
and you are.
so perhaps that was your cross to bear, and the why of it all.
... just a theory.
xo
mj
... ain't it the truth. I say it all the time...there but for the Grace of God go I, too...
xox
luv ya sister,
me
xox
luv ya sister,
me
luv ya too!
tzt
tzt
The hippies did a lot of protesting against vietnam..........
Hippies were like the first generation to tell the status quo establishment to go and jump in the lake were not going for it............
But even Vietnam was about money,
What I miss was people were not so frigging hostile people were more layed back..........
Hippies were like the first generation to tell the status quo establishment to go and jump in the lake were not going for it............
But even Vietnam was about money,
What I miss was people were not so frigging hostile people were more layed back..........
Boy, do I remember those years. I had never fit in with my mother and step father for reasons I have explained here before, so I was surely looking for someplace to fit in it. I got out of HS in 68 and started College. It wasn't too expensive back then and step dad wanted rid of me anyway, so off I went...I started out as a Vietnam wannabee, with my best friend in the Green Beret, kicking my a s s every weekend when he came home (teaching me how to fall Ha Ha--He just liked to kick my a s s.. Anyway 68-72 were some pretty hippy years, with the Vietnam thing and guess what the hippies wanted me. Well I was off to the races. Much of those memories were pretty good, but of course much of the activity let to escapist behavior with the drug culture...LSD has just become illegal. My freshman year, I'd stand in my ROTC uniform, making fun of the hippies, but it didn't take me long to switch sides. The point is I found a group that wanted me, didn't abuse me, didn't pick on me, actually liked me, so when they started doing drugs I was wide open...In those days, all I did was pot and LSD. Pot was hard because I was a track runner in HS and college so I had never smoked cigarettes. The LSD changed my life, in many ways... I friend of mine on a trip one night put on a sheet, and sent to the President of the Colleges front door and tried to convince him that he was Jesus (my friend was Jesus I mean). Well..........that didn't go over too well with the Prez.....
I didn't drink back then, so until I graduated, I limited it to these two drugs, but it opened my mind to the possibilities. After college I discovered the really dangerous stuff, and wrongly thought that I was experienced in the ways of the high life.
Beach is right, the timing was right. I found a group that wanted me. I was escaping from abusive parents and had found a world of accepting folks, many of them eager to introduce me to the drug culture. Now it wasn't all bad mind you, I did some good things in college too, like graduating, but I opened my mind a bit too much.
I didn't drink back then, so until I graduated, I limited it to these two drugs, but it opened my mind to the possibilities. After college I discovered the really dangerous stuff, and wrongly thought that I was experienced in the ways of the high life.
Beach is right, the timing was right. I found a group that wanted me. I was escaping from abusive parents and had found a world of accepting folks, many of them eager to introduce me to the drug culture. Now it wasn't all bad mind you, I did some good things in college too, like graduating, but I opened my mind a bit too much.
excellent and very informative post slide............
I don't get your post my friend...What's because everyone was high?
it was also because it was more about community (ok, communes too) and there was less focus on individualism and self-centeredness.
people were so much cooler then. high or not. i miss that. Who remembers "love-ins"?
people were so much cooler then. high or not. i miss that. Who remembers "love-ins"?
And on the other side of the hippies are thoes of of who were raised by the hippies!
My parents met at wandering the streets of SF high on acid... just an old fashioned love song!
When they were done traveling around in their VW van and realized that my Mom was preg with my brother they settled down to a community farm in with about 15 other families where we lived till I was about 8 (north of here). It was such a great place to be as a kid! We grew all of our food. Made clothes, ate some FUNKY mung bean stuff,,, sang all of the time. We were always driving in to San Fran to go protest something or another... some of the best memories that I have are around big fires with everyone singing (and smoking joints)... but then the 80's started rolling towards us... the county didn't want us being home schooled - they wanted us bussed in to the regular schools. And was anyone paying taxes?? So our band of happy hippies broke up and scattered. My family came here - still close to the coast, still close to SF, but my parents changed. They listened to the same music,,, but BOY did they change!
It's funny - one of my girls was saying that she wanted to be a hippy for halloween, When I asked her how that would look she said like this... squinted her eyes and put a piece sign. I guess it's still out there.
My parents met at wandering the streets of SF high on acid... just an old fashioned love song!
When they were done traveling around in their VW van and realized that my Mom was preg with my brother they settled down to a community farm in with about 15 other families where we lived till I was about 8 (north of here). It was such a great place to be as a kid! We grew all of our food. Made clothes, ate some FUNKY mung bean stuff,,, sang all of the time. We were always driving in to San Fran to go protest something or another... some of the best memories that I have are around big fires with everyone singing (and smoking joints)... but then the 80's started rolling towards us... the county didn't want us being home schooled - they wanted us bussed in to the regular schools. And was anyone paying taxes?? So our band of happy hippies broke up and scattered. My family came here - still close to the coast, still close to SF, but my parents changed. They listened to the same music,,, but BOY did they change!
It's funny - one of my girls was saying that she wanted to be a hippy for halloween, When I asked her how that would look she said like this... squinted her eyes and put a piece sign. I guess it's still out there.
great post............old fashioned love song as in Three Dog Night?
Not the VW Van did it have a big peace sign on it.....lol
I don't know if you remember but SF was big in the Hippie movement and protests......there was even a battle with the national guard where people were killed protesting like at Kent /st.
but it was a great time the greatest protest in the world is around 1970 the girls in school decided that they were not going to wear a bra anymore and the really nice part of it is they wanted to wear tight tank tops too..............
The Hot pants came in about the same time so for a guy it was frigging heaven...........so even the shy passive guys had the chance to see every curve that God gave a women......lol
Not the VW Van did it have a big peace sign on it.....lol
I don't know if you remember but SF was big in the Hippie movement and protests......there was even a battle with the national guard where people were killed protesting like at Kent /st.
but it was a great time the greatest protest in the world is around 1970 the girls in school decided that they were not going to wear a bra anymore and the really nice part of it is they wanted to wear tight tank tops too..............
The Hot pants came in about the same time so for a guy it was frigging heaven...........so even the shy passive guys had the chance to see every curve that God gave a women......lol
hahaha - My aunt always talks about how she had my cousin and left the hospital in the hot pants that she was wearing before she was preg... Thanks to Yoga and making her own tofu!
SF was (is?? kinda.) quite a hippy hotspot! My dad was from the midwest and came to SF to be a hippy. My mom was a cali girl... from LA who also migrated to SF to to the hippy thing. No peace sign on the van... but on everything else that would sit still for a second!
There is a great picture of a bunch of us at some rally when I was about 5 - all of us kids were up in our parent's shoulders about 5-6 in a row and we all had our faces painted in to red.white & blue peace signs... Not to mention the wonderful out fits that we were wearing!
My brother was born in 70 me in 72 so by the time I was ready to wear a bra they were strapped up tight-- 80's style! lol But my Well sheeeee was another story! I think one of the main reasons she came to SF was to stop wearing a bra!! lol
SF was (is?? kinda.) quite a hippy hotspot! My dad was from the midwest and came to SF to be a hippy. My mom was a cali girl... from LA who also migrated to SF to to the hippy thing. No peace sign on the van... but on everything else that would sit still for a second!
There is a great picture of a bunch of us at some rally when I was about 5 - all of us kids were up in our parent's shoulders about 5-6 in a row and we all had our faces painted in to red.white & blue peace signs... Not to mention the wonderful out fits that we were wearing!
My brother was born in 70 me in 72 so by the time I was ready to wear a bra they were strapped up tight-- 80's style! lol But my Well sheeeee was another story! I think one of the main reasons she came to SF was to stop wearing a bra!! lol
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