Hippie Reunion?

Been where and done what, ghostcrab.. what does that mean exactly.

 

here?

http://www.zillow.com/aerial/DualMapPage.htm?zpid=15086590

or??? here?

http://www.zillow.com/aerial/DualMapPage.htm?zpid=15086600

 

Wow, That place is worth over a million and an half.. hell we didn't even pay rent. who'd a thunk.

 

omg i heard that the haight was bought up and many new homes were built..heard this long time ago.. but its first time ive seen it.. wowo our house was built into a 1.2 mil home.. awesome..torn down i presume?

 

Hey jehene, I'm also in cleveland. Were you at Hessler stree last weekend?

 

Jehene, S_H,

The only things that have changed with the houses are maybe the paint and some earthquake upgrading and the Price! Same old houses, they've just sold them to yuppies. I've seen both houses in the past year.

 

Sold to yuppies by yuppies.Maybe it was a passing fad.

 

hii mosaic... wow im living at west side of cleveland near lakewood border...formerly lived in the heights area..majority of my life.. no i have not gone to hessler street fair in prolly 20 years...nor coventry street fair..woo u have a horse.. that was a dream of mine.. to have a horse..love its name..


oh so the houses were not torn down? i saw www.zillow.com and it said our house at oak and cole was built in 1990..1915 oak or the address is wrong..i really do not recall the addy... but id recognize it if i was thre..even amidst all the drugs..lol.. i can visualize the interior.//////////.S.H. i sent u a private mesage.. hope u got it?

 

The houses @ Cole & Oak were all still there as of last Aug. That house was built in about 1890, maybe that was a typo. They haven't torn down a house on Oak or Cole since we had them.
BTW; If that PM was to me it's a no show so far.

 

im glad it was not torn down.. i hope tomake a road trip to s.f. in summer of 2007 and show the house tomy b.f.//i ahve not been to calif since 1977

 

hello.. id lke to find my old freinds from GE.. do u remember kathyB. she lives at another house was a pisces,, originally from pasedena..age now around 55- 53..she married in 72.. i lived in basement with jerry who died that year ..he ws found in lotus position in fountain in golden gate by de young museum..i ws told,, by whitey..i came bac in 72 and stayed 1 night..myname is lesley.. and i never used any other name.. smile...

 

I lived at 104 Frederick Street, two blocks up and two blocks over from the Haight-Ashbury intersection and at the bottom of the hill (Masonic & Frederick) that led up to Buena Park from the west side. Lived there from 1958 to 1961. Was baptised at the Episcopal church there on Waller St. where Delmar St. ends. San Fransisco was the absolute best place to live at that time. The Haight area was a nice but low-rent area and my Dad was a low ranked soldier stationed at the Presidio at the time. He played the bagpipes for the Army's Pipe and Drum Corp there. Cushy job. My brother was born at Letterman Army Hospital. The Palace of Fine Arts was the best place to play at. Golden Gate Park and the Panhandle were also great places to play at (rented bikes there and played little league baseball there) and Fisherman's Wharf was a really cool place to hangout at. Use to have suicide runs down Masonic Ave in a little red wagon and could only stop the damn thing by running into the side of a building. SF has some seriously steep hills. As a precursor to the coming hippie crowd, a lot of beatniks lived in the neighborhood, but I remeber everyone being nice to eachother and it was safe to walk around the neighborhood after dark and being safe. Use to walk down Haight to the Boys Club where we'd skate on the roof and swim in an indoor pool. Rides on the Cable Cars were a treat. Sausilito was a fun getaway place. Wonderful memories of old SF. Miss it. It was what we wish cities were like today. Glad I was there. So cool, so cool. Wow!

 

Here's hoping some of you are still here. I lived at Page and Cole, in a flat with Mouseman and Annie Riley in 74-75...around the corner from the White house, where Lizard and a bunch of others lived. I also lived at the Fell St house with Ranger and Eden and Audreyanne and Scorpio Kenny and an ever-changing bunch of people, from 76-79 or so. I've long since lost touch with almost everyone....would love to see/hear from anyone I remember, or should remember...

 

I nevver lived in ah real house, except once i slept in an vegged on ah the balcony for 8 luxuriouz dayz.

 

Hey Dan, welcome to the forums. Great to see the family comin' in. I've been waiting a long time. I was hopeing more would show up, I was just hoping there were more of us left.
I am Nailcakes, I lived in underhouse with Shills, Count, Jimmy Painter and Whitney Kellog. I was at underhouse from 71 to 74, with my boy Jomie who was around 1 yrs old when we moved into underhouse.. I got to the Haight in 66 when I was 16.

I believe that a lot of the family had already moved to Ash Valley in Oregon by 74/75. I was up there for a while in 73. I lived in Days Creek at the school marms old shack.,I left for a while in 74 and went to Arizona there I had my baby daughter.

I returned in 76 and left shortly afterwards. I found no more love on Haight St after that. I moved back to Texas where I was born in 77 and have been here on the farm since.

You'll find a few jack ass's in here, but for the most part ev1 is cool.

I had a recent incounter with some old family, How I have changed since the old daze. Where once I took it past the limit where anything goes short of murder. I haddnt a care or fear in the world.. I was a kickass hethen, scraping my way through the Haight, me and my boy against the world. But I grew past it.

As I grew into my womanhood, I realized that change was needed. I could not continue on the runaway course I had been following. I needed security and a real home to raise my kids in. The Haight was not the most ideal inviroment to raise kids in. After 75 The Haight turned to Junkie Row, it was bad before, but with most of the family in Oregon, there was hardly anyone left to keep the streets clean of junkies, ripoffs and pimps. I no longer felt safe in my beloved Haight. There was no one watching my back. I had been abandoned, left behind to fend for my self.

No big thing, I went to Texas and found what I traveled 2000 miles to find was right here all the time waiting for me to get my head out of my ass and come home.

I've learned a lot since then on how to be right with my universal flow. I found that the past is the past and things and people grow and change..I see some still stuck in the past, nomands traveling on the wind, with no place to call home. No place to lay down and rest their weary souls. No growth in experience or deed, just living off others and doing nothing to help or change their circumstance.

I don't know.. I want my own, We worked hard for what we have here and it hasn't been easy. A lot of sacrafice's have been made, a lot of compromise needed for balance. It was never handed out without a price attached to it. The point being, you have to get up off your ass no matter how much pain you think your in and do the doing of it and get it done.

Rarely are things set up for you in a nice tidy ribbon and presented without working towards your goals in life. If you have no goals to work towards you become parasitically stagnant and become a burden on someone else. A helping hand is one thing, but to expect a boat ride without rowing is unproductive.

As I sit in rememberence of my daze of thunder, I see the obstickles that waylaid me. The wrong turns I took off my righious path to inlightenment. I let the physical get in my way and blind me from knowing the truth, that I knew inside.

In my folly, searching for love in a place called Haight, I saw many things that I didn't understand or just didn't set well with my Spirit. Was this all happening to me or around me. I felt like an observer more then a partisapent. Always watching and learning. I saw things that would make your skin crawl, I saw other things that would swell up your heart in a huge ball of love that would melt the glaciers.

I wouldn't trade it but I certainly wouldn't want to relive it either, too much pain and sorrow. Your have to wade through a ton of bull shit just for one ounce of love. So long ago, so many trails of tears along the way.

There are so many things I want for us, the old ones, the originals.. I want for them what I have. A home, a place you can shut out the world by closing the door. Where you can walk in peace on your ground and greet your neighbor with a smile and love in your heart.

We should have made provisions in the earily daze for when we got old, but who would have thought that we would get this old. I know it never crossed my mind while I was partaking in the durg scene. But what of the ones that never found a home and are still wandering aimlessly around hoping to light someplace before they drop dead on the street. It breaks my heart.

Where is the Hippie Retirement Center. Why didn't we build one back then. We were surely a bunch of dumb ass's werent we, camparing to what we know now. We were on the right track but the durgs and casual sex was our undoing. So many fatherless childern came from our era, how irresponsible we were in our youth.

It was different for the men, they more or less came and when when they pleased, the women were left to fend for themselves and the kids. It was the women who carried the movement as far as it went, with their welfare and their food stamps. And that's the truth of the matter. How many men stayed with their ol ladys and kids back then. or even knew they had kids, bc of all the causal sex, a lot of women didn't even know who the father was, nor cared.

Was what we did back then, the undoing of our children today. I wonder.

Well enough of my ramblings

Have a blessed day
sh

 

SH,

Yup, the older I get the more I realize it's really true that youth is wasted on the young. Drugs and casual sex were effective enough distractions that few of us thought about what it would be like when we got older. Now as I watch my own kids grow up -- in a VERY different world -- I realize how important it is to give them a home and a sense of security. Lots of those fatherless kids we had running around had to grow up far too fast, figuring out at an early age that they had to be the parents to their dysfunctional parents....I'll never forget Sascha, a 7 y o boy, coming into my room at Page St to ask for some milk, telling me his mom Karen was out cold on smack. That's something no child should have to see. Most of those kids (including my own adult son) turned out just fine in spite of it all, thankfully.

I came to the Haight in 74, looking for the remnants of what I'd read about in Acid Test and Ringolevio, what I'd heard about from friends. Within a couple of months I realized I'd missed it, being born a few years too late to have lived that illusion. But I still have no regrets...it was a great time, a great place...and it's part of who I am and who I've become.

 

I was inducted into the hippie world at the tender age of 13, having older siblings I was exposed to the older crowd and the hippiie cutlure. I was pretty prepared for when I arrived in The Haight when I was 16 already married and divorced by 66, heading out to discover new adventures and learning.. It became so scattered that eirther ya got inside where it was safe and warm or ya'd get gobbled up by the wave of negitive forces that crawled out of the gutters after dark. I was fortunate to find refuge when I did. From earily 66 to late 67 The Haight changed faces. The love that we thought would carry us through was just an illusion, or was it a peek inside where mortal man should not have glimpst into. Which I believe was the undoing of ones like Emmit Grogan auther of Ringolevio and the most reconized leader of The Diggers and other incons of the earily daze of The Haight and Bezekly.
I saw that the intelectuals lived in Berkely and the radicals lived mostly in The Haight. There was a mix, but the high techs were mainly around the collages, lots of demonstraiters, war protests, rallys and polotics, the haight was living it on the front lines. The other side of The Movement, the ones that were living the solution being free to choose lifestyles to create a better inviroment for the earth and it's inhabitence. Some achived that awareness and moved to the country to find peace and security away from the drama that was going down in The Haight. When the heavy drugs and heavy guns came to Haight St., the love, peace and hippie beads moved to the woods.
I got out in time. I was fortunate to have survived. What we all did and things we saw on our trips to other dimentions changed us. We gained knowledge before our nointed time, we peeked. After that we became disillusioned with the time it was taking to bring about change. We skipped over a few generations of evelution and were left without guidence to the path to the next level, we advanced beyond our own technology. The rest of the world was not ready for what we had found in our journey and The Movement was suspended in air. Once you've seen the other side the illusion of Being human is just that, an illusion. Where do you go after that, ya can't go there unless you die or transend yourself there. It's like learning to walk before crawling, you become dysfunctional. I think that's what happen to us hippies. Cuz most of the ones left are just living day to day trying to make ends meet, not many have had a smooth road to the promised land,. Others took their exits earily and bypassed the reality of the illusion altogether. The realizeation being the illusion itself. Crying out, take me home mothership, I have seen the mountain and learned the truth of Being. I am ready now to go forward and concour other worlds.
I don't know why I stayed. I suppose I have things left to do. I don't recon I will find out till I take my exit and am done with this journey and on to the next.

Till then Brightest Blessings
sh

 

This world is on its own path...we follow ours..it follows its....it is interwoven.
Every one of us is a thread...a fine fabric...with flaws.

I am not perfect, but I am a child of the big picture and have my own story as we each do. Its a ripple.
We touch each other in this life..perhaps the next.

All we can do is live our life to the fullest in our own perception of peace and love..I believe that is whats important. We touch each other, we spread our word, and we learn from each other.
We come back, we break free, we wait for one another....its a ripple...we throw thoughts out ,we accept, we learn from one another...at times we get hit with perverbial 2x4's..and we learn or we do not....we pull and cheer for each other.

we try, we fail, we suceed...we love. That damn humanisim that gets in our way Mary...well, I believe its SUPOSSED to...thats what makes us grow...we overcome that pesky stuff and it goes under our belts...we move on (above) it.

That is all we can do....round and round we go, the circle game.
We accept, we try.
we vow, we falter. we are human we are spiritual....we are stardust....

All we can do is better than we have,
teepi

 

OK...Lets try this again.



Who wants to have a Hippy Reunion?



Love and Peace

Roger

 

Sorry for the off topic Roger, we oldies sometimes wander off the topic bc, well.. i forget , we get to talkin' to friends and slip off into a topic warp.. We all want to reuninte..Who will start it..Where shall we have it, and what will we do to manifest it. Will it be for ev1 or just old hippies.. a reunion represents a gathering of oldtimes. shall we have bands or just byoi, bring your own instrument, will it be a day or more..will there be bathrooms availbale..food, water,medical emergency,insurance. Permits,, money.. oh did I mention money, it's gonna tak a lot of that..
What do you have in mind.
sh