Hippie Reunion?

woo hoo.... how did we survive all that! totally amazing i say....

 

I LOVE you guys!!!

 

btw it was the white panthers not black...tom stevens...wonder what happened to him?

 

Was living in Walnut Creek or there abouts in the East Bay along with Aries Ron, Aries Larry, Sherry, and maybe a few of the other usual suspects. They are or were working for Ma Bell if you can believe that! Ron got Gung Fu Don to teach them about computers to handle the books for the Food Conspiracy and when they got evicted from their flat on Divisdero off they went to labor for the establishment! *WEG*

 

Rita, at the end the black panthers did come into the GE, after the white panthers had started moving on, to Oregon and other places like NM and Ari. John the Barber brought them in. They turned on him later as did GE. There was a lot of new people coming in there at the end. When I left in 77 or 78 it was pretty bad on the streets and there was Chaos at GE.
After the BIG bust when they stormed Oak St House, White House and Underhouse things started to get mean in the neighborhood. I left the Haight for a while till things calmed down and when I returned it wasnt the same. Most all the regulars had moved andthere was barely any one I knew hanging out. It was a sad time for the Haight.

Howdy Ranger, good ta see ya..

 

It was 84 when Judy who was a teenybooper growing up next to the Blue Unicorn when I met her in the 60s bought the building their flat was in on Divis and "aked" them to move so she could have her shop downstairs and live above it, At that point they (Ron, Larry, Sherry, Tom, & Terry) moved to the East Bay.

Good to see you too! *HUGS*

 

I never knew that, That's kinda what happened at Ash Valley too.. DANG Lightening.. gotta jump out.. love love love and (((HUGGSSS)))
SH

 

Those fish and chips were the best I have ever had-real long and greasy with the fish just drippin oil!-o'yea!-those suckers filled ya up-take them/ a bottle of Red Mountain and some weed and head for the park-lay in the sun-and get hammered!-maybe those fish and chips just tasted so good cause Iwas so stoned!?

 

Is there anyone out there? Is there any old Good Earth or STP Family people (or dogs) reading this that can help me find my way home, I'm lost. We lived in the panhandle (30+ years ago) and I wandered off to Arizona and never came back. I think that was where I left my backpack. I could sure use that pair of jeans I had in it.

 

Check your 'STP Family' post, I replied there and when you run that search use "STP Family"

 

okey dokey

 

I sure have enjoyed reading what everyone has to say,and the fact that the circle has once again come around.Shameless and Rita,I feel like I should know you ,I wonder if in fact I may have crossed paths on the tail end of all that action.I knew Ranger,and the gang at Fell St,and feel truly blessed to find him again!Hey Ranger.was i around SF when these ladies were there?There were so many people,so many wonderful people some I still consider family.Thankyou all!

 

Audrey, you may have met Rita she was at the house for a while, but left in '78 rather than endure the wierdness that was happening between Debbie and I. As much as Rita does and has always meant to me as you may recall I wasn't being very civil to anyone at that point,:& She was making clothes for Eden at one point.

Shameless left before you came on the scene, but is one of the strongest sisters in the family.
btw; you have mail....
Lov & Hugs, Ranger

 

Merry Meet Audreyanne,
The last time I was in 'The City" was in 77'78' cant remember which (ha). I traveled around for a while all over the south west and came to know a lot of ones that were looking for the light.
We all come to places of the spirit were love love love resides. To share this phennonen (sp) of which brought us here together on this vast plane we call earth, to gather in spirit to battle the forces of evil or vile intent.
The Family of ones that found a whole place of being together now and forever,we came to learn lifes lessons and to relate to the love that is here for us to hold and charish. I know you woman, I know your spirit we, have crossed fathomless depths together on our journy to enlightenment in the quest for truth.
I am ever joyfull of your presents here in the forums, the circle of Love Love Love broadens as each one of us takes our place.
Blessed Be for the Love that stays forever strong in the hearts and souls of our bretheren.
I am lifted up in the spirit as I see us coming together again at last. JOY JOY JOY.
SH

Ranger, Thank you Sug, you are a force to be reconned with, through the love that you have brought and shared here with us all.. blessing to you and Rita and all the brothers and sisters that come for the love.

 

here's to the light...

 

hey i know where eddie baker lives!!

 

I find this thread hard to believe! I was a member of Hip Forums over three years ago, and the first thing I did was post a thread on OLD HIPPIES asking if there was anyone out there from The Summer of Love (1967) in San Francisco-- NEVER say "Frisco"-- you'll get yo ass kicked!


Anyhow, nobody in 6 months posted-- except Angel, and she was in L.A.in 1973, which didn't count. At least to me. (She met John, of course, but in 1967 it was George Harrison and Patti who visited the Haight. I heard the news on the street, but ignored it figuring it was just more pot-head wishful thinking. I was wrong.)

Ahem! Where was I?

Right!

Now, after I rejoined Hip Forums, having been missing for almost 2 years, I find dozens of old Haightites (to coin a word; just don't try to spend it.) Groovy, as some used to say back in the day (not me, though: I was never much for slang; the King's English suits me just fine.)

Great! I don't know how many young kids passed through the Haight that summer, but it must have been a 100,000, maybe. Some for a weekend; some for a year; some never left; some died, either that summer or later.

Now, I will digress: Many years later, in Pennsylvania, I was arrested for DUI. Naturally, I had to attend AA lectures and such. During one of these brain-washing sessions some learned wutz-fiddle began talking about drugs and he saw me sneering. "I guess you know about drugs," the expert asked. " I don't do them anymore , but I forgot more than you ever knew," I informed the irritating wickerbill. " I lived in Haight-Ashbury and Greenwich Village for three years in the 60's." His jaw dropped.

Back to the chase. My friend, Nat, and I drove across the country in a 1950 Chevy with no back seat, no inspection, and no insurance. It took us 5 days, 5 gallons of oil and we thought it was outrageous to pay 60 cents a gallon for gas in the middle of the Utah desert.

We lived at 63 (I think) Octavia St., at the foot of Haight St., right up from the tail of Market. We used to take my old hot-wired wreck and buy dozens of copies of THE BERKELEY BARB, THE ORACLE, and another hippie-ragsheet who's name escapes me right now, and go down to Chinatown or Fisherman's Wharf or The Coit Tower and sell them to the tourists. Three hours of work (?), and we made $7 or $8 apiece-- plenty for food, cigarettes, beer and a dollar a day apiece for the rent--$55 a month. Unfortunately, we were living in a crystal palace managed by 2 gays and it was a 24 hour circus.

Eventually, Nat left alone, but I remained for another 3 months-- picking tomatoes with migrant workers, fixing cars (mostly hot-wiring them), and selling papers, though that tapered off after Labor Day. I returned home by thumb after the Death of Hippie March, of which I was a pallbearer.

Jesus! I get carried away-- I haven't been drunk for a week, worked half the day rebuilding a barn, got caught in the rain and now I'm catching up. BARKEEP! (Me) ANOTHER ROUND!

As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by some beered-up lout, I remember a lot of faces from 1967 Haight-Ashbury, but am bad on names-- hell, it's been 38 years. But I remember Woody from NYC (I knew him there, too.) Bruce from Spokane-- he drove me there and paid to fly me back to S.F. Thanks, Bruce! H. Rap Brown who was on the lam, then--scared the shit out of me. Kathy, an older woman (by 10 years) who gave me my first dose of clap. The 4 college kids from Kansas State who crashed a few days when I lived briefly in the Fillmore until the landlord went ape-shit. Ahhhhh... I could go on and on and sound like some old bore. I'm only 58,but my kids already get glazed eyes when I get into the oldie-but-goody trot down memory lane. I guess it's the price for still breathing and having a few remaining brain-cells, yuk, yuk.

RE-UNION? I'm up for it. By the way, I was known as Bungo, then. From the Village via Pennsylvania. Where I am now.

Later, man.

 

Wow... all of this is so interesting to read... i love your response to that idiot- "i've forgotten more than you ever knew!"- i love it. i think i just might steal that phrase....

i wish i was able to live in that time period... god, how i wish. seriously, i have missed everything. the dead, phish, The Haight... everything.

i just feel.... sadly disappointed by this generation.

 

I was a runaway in the late 60's and lived in the back of an artists studio on Haight with a couple other kids. Every morning we would tramp down to the Filmore District to eat at the Black Panthers Free Breakfast. They were my hero's. I stayed a couple months and then left to join some friends on a commune in Oregon.