I got I question for you Old Hippies.

I never lived in 60's, so I like read books about, and I got a question; which I hope doesn't make you uncomfortable. Uhm...Well what was it like liveing in 60's or whats your opinion upon it?

 

Patchwork..
I was 20 when Jimmy Hendrix sung Hey Joe...
nowadays lots of bla bla...about the sixties...
pity..I wish the sixties could come back
I'll be 60 in 2 months..and maybe to old..
for this forum..long live young HIPPIES..
tiger

 

Patchwork, here is the thread to help you.
http://hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=1197

It is an FAQ about hippies.

 

That would be cool!
Thanks!

 

Okay. Thanks.

 

I was in my early teens and I used to go with my sister and brother in law everywhere to concerts, love ins, gathering and such. It was a feeling that everything was going to be alright and this was just how beautiful life is. I rarely had a bad thought of the future and what was to come, people were more loving and kinder and i believe that even older folk cared more even though they talked about the generation gap. To me it was living in a story book or a dream and I didn't want to wake ever from this, the music felt real and it seemed as though it was all happening and you could be a part of it. I remember people caring about someone that was down and out and you could catch a ride and get a meal or a hand out and you did the same in return and that was just the normal life and thats how it was as I saw it. Its a very scarey world now and just saying hi and trying to be polite to someone on the street now is another thing, people are not as open and loving, its funny because sometimes I will be out in the public and I feel like if I see someone I would love to just say hey brother your loved, or hey sister great day to you. My lady gets scared and says, you can't do that, people just don't understand someone coming out of nowhere just to give a good thought. Maybe its the certain area where we live in or just what we have come to but I bet that half the time I could go out in the street and throw the peace sign to someone and they would say, what the f--cks his problem. Things don't mean the same and people just don't get it. But I remember, yes I remember and I wont forget how it was. Peace In Music...

 

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"It was the best of times-it was the worst of times".It was the summer of our discontent.

 

Man. I wish I was alive then!

 

Tiger you need to hit the road again and rediscover your love of travelling!

 

Sit-ins to get the school to allow us girls to wear pants.

Your father coming home from Vietnam for the second time to the voice of his son telling him he was a killer.

The day Jimi died and hitching up to Seattle with a pocket full of bennies, dragging your brother behind you.

Your Grandmother dis-owning you because you got !Pregnant! - OMG - your mother telling you she wasn't going to raise another child. Out the door you go at the age of 14 because this didn't fit in with their idea of what the Kennedy family would allow.

Living in the mountains in Washington in a tiny one room cabin with a wood burning stove in the middle of winter and the wolves howling and your really not sure how to use that axe. But by god you learn.

 

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Wow is all i can say!

 

I'm thinkin a good old bra burning would be neat-~!-Seriously' Khazeray-Nice to hear you are able to enjoy our forests up here-I need to get out and go take a tour of Washington-

 

Hey, FREAKYLADY-- I remember now-- Botticello: THE BIRTH OF VENUS.


I win free tickets to the Lingerie Circus, eh, not?

 

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Robspace - that was back in the early 70's when homesteading was a viable option.
I used to live on main street in Vancouver. Went to Jr high school there. Spent about 3 years in Vancouver than went to Illwaco for a year. Love Washington state.

 

sometimes i think that i was ment to be alive in the sixties or in past life i live in the sixties. it's just this weird feeling. Like i was there before.

 

FreakyLady-Poo, My middle-daughter, computer-whiz, Heather, says." MY DADDY IS RIGHT!: Your avatar (or, whatever) is a dead-take-off fom Botticelli's famous medieval painting, "The Birth Of Venus".


So, THERE! Smarty pants!

Blahhhhhhhhh!

 

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