in need of an old hippie!

i need an old hippie!haha (no offence).
i'm doing a project for school and we're supposed to find someone who was born in 1952 or before and interview them about somethign that happend to them in their life pre 1990's.
so i came on here and i'm hoping someon on here can tell me soemthign about their experiences with the JFK assasination and/or woodstock. my focus on this particular assignment is the 60s.
so if you're born before 1952 (or if you're not i can just change your age, as long as it's only a few years) and remember JFK being shot and woodstock, could you please private message me or email me or add me to msn messenger.

i would really appreciate it

opium_eyes_@hotmail.com

love, page

 

If you can't find anyone, I suggest making a person up

 

hee hee. that's the back-up plan.
i usually don't do homework, but this would actually be interesting so i'm giving it effort, haha.
school isn't really my thing.

woodstock i think i could make up, but i can't even begin to know what it would have felt liek when JFK was shot. i knwo my parents eyes still get a little wet when it's mentioned.

 

Ummm, Guys? This IS posted in OLD Hippies. There will be PLENTY of posts!
I don't fit the criteria, but I can tell you where I was, and what I was doing in 1969 when the guys landed on the moon.
I was 8, and sitting in a tree listening to the news of the landing on an AM Radio.

 

Yea, OK, I fit the description. I graduated from high school in 1965 & remember JFK being shot and woodstock, civil rights movement, all that.

Peace,
poor_old_dad

 

I remember where and when,for Kennedys assaination,joined the army in 68,was in rvn 70,71,72.Couldn't get to woodstock,sigh.

 

I was 12 when JFk was shot.
In the year of the moon and woodstock, I happily arrived in NYC's greenwhich Village, and my life was never the same after that.

 

Cafe Wah(sp),the Pink Onion?

 

cafe wha? and purple onion, yes and Four winds
fillmor east, and omfug later.

Cafe what was really hip. Small yet psychodelic.

 

Greetings:
Well, I'm definitely old enough
But all observations would be Canadian content.
When JFK was assassinated, I was in Toronto - I was raised Quaker and fairly left-wing (actually, just did this test thingy and apparently I'm still on the last gridline before the far left border). JFK was not as revered with the peaceniks here in Canada, but there was great sadness because of the circumstances.
My brother made it to Woodstock, but I was getting ready to move to B.C. to start on my Registered Nursing degree---in those days, nursing students lived in residence and had strict dress codes and all of these moral turpitude clauses and I was already riding the edge because of my political bents---my parents were worried that if I crossed the border, I might not get back without a hassle. I couldn't afford to lose my scholarships. (I was already in trouble because I was working nights as a spot-welder because it paid waaaaay more than any waitressing job and the nursing counsellor was concerned because I was working with men and wore unseemly garb--jeans and boots.)
Most of the 60's, for me, involved working my butt off to get through school - But in 1969 I got more involved with the CNVA (Committee for Non-Violent Action) and the War Resisters League...though most of the real action happened in the early 70's when the draft-dodgers were having more trouble getting out of the U.S.
Sorry I can't be of more help - If you ever want to know about what it was like in hide-bound Canada for women in the mainstream in the 60's - just ask

Aanii

 

Whoa - nice job of presenting an added burden after burden of oppressive gradually dawning awareness that we were being managed - that no matter what gains we seem to make the people in power had the ability to stop the forward march - sheeer hopeless helplessness - got to go smoke another joint.
Ah learn how to meditate. The one thing we can control is ourselves. And the harp project controlling vibrations - brain wave activity being overwhelmed by resonating harmonics.
More inability to control our enviorment. As the world is slowly poisoined around us. Why bring children into this world ?

And slowly we began to See that we - the individual is responsible for the interior enviorment and that does affect and maybe even have effect on the greater macrocosm

Loved your post Me-again -.....

 

wow. just wow.

 

Only time will tell

My own take is not very hopeful for mankind - seems that some sort of massive trauma is needed to induce change from the creed of greed and waste.
Many of us feel it coming - but then every generation has felt the need for change - why should ours be different.

We are all here to learn and grow - so we be at it one and all, even those choosing to ignore.

May the time come in the not too distant future when we sit together, see, and enjoy a compadre across the fire of friendship.

May your Path bring you joy and peace.
Blessings be with you and yours

 

wow all you guys are helping. and miss, you're canadian and everything! i think my techer would appreciate that!
do you have an email address?
i'd like to egt ahold of you

 

hey thanks all fo you for your stories and everything.
but just today my teacher changed her mind and decided that interviews with people online we don't know don't count.
i don't think that any of you are liek 12 year olds pretending to be old hippies, but i guess you never know. i get an extension, but what a jip.

 

SCREW THAT SWEETIE,

You tell that teacher we're ALL brothers and sisters.
Matt is the helpful nephew/brother who will look things up for you, and deliver them with a big smile.
LUV is the brother/brother who will make you laugh when things seem down.
Soulrebel is the little brother/brother who likes to dance and often cuts right through the bullshit.He is a soft centered candy.
Poor old DAD is a father/brother who would help you take care of learning the things you need to be healthy.
Homebudz is a teedy bear/brother who would just give you a big hug and wipe your eyes when you needed.
Hari is the cousin/brother who likes to share his memories and have some long talks around that campfire.
Aanii is your sister/sister who has a different perspective on things and will share those insights with you.

Old wolf is your teacher Uncle/brother who helps guide the way with a gentle hand.
Meagain is your kool Auntie/sister who you'de love to go hang out with.
Me, well I'm the kooky sister/sister who was a flower child right on the brink of Woodstock.
Hell, I know alot of these people alot better than I will ever know my nearest neighbor.
And I love them all.

yeah you got jipped,
teepi

 

Yes, I was born in 1952 and I just sent you an e-mail saying what I'm saying now. I was 11 years old when I found out that our President was shot. I was in my class room at school when it was announced that our president had been shot. We were all crying and scared at the thought that someone could just take a gun and shoot our President. We thought that he was going to bring us peace and security for all of us, you know a Camelot. It was a sad time.

 

Well, I would have been ten years old in 1964... I do remember how they announced that the President had been shot in Dallas over my school's PA system in Tampa, Florida...

We must have gotten a day or two off from school to mourn, because I was sitting at home in front of our old Emerson black-and-white TV set when Jack Ruby shot Oswald on live television.

The first I heard about Woodstock was in "Life" magazine, and by then it had already happened... by then I was maybe 13 years old... Life did a special woodstock issue shortly afterward, but you had to order it special... we had a copy in my Junior High school library in college station, texas, where we had moved from Tampa...

I still remember the "Life" issue devoted to "the new rock music" that had appeared earlier that year with Jefferson Airplane on the cover. There was an article by FrankZappa in that issue, which was the first place I ever heard about Jimi Hendrix, Cream, Big Brother, Country Joe and the Fish, the Mothers, of Invention, et al...