Shameless_Heifer and Haight Ashbury

Just to let those of you who have had the pleasure of meeting Shamelss_Heifer on here that she has decided to share her memories of the 60's and Haight Ashbury with us. You can find her story at: http://www.geocities.com/kindredhippie/ It can be found by following the "Writings" link.
Also Zorch, you made artist of the week for our yahoo group
Check it out.
Hippietoad

 

I liked that story. Wonderful to imagine a life like that, so different from the one I'm living, having spent most of my life in front of some sort of screen. I feel so inexperienced and I want to know more...but not from someone else's words...

 

I wanna live on Haight/Ashbury!

 

Imagine growing up a hippie mascot i was there ball for foot ball or catch. The guys had me jumping from the lofts so they could catch me,wich mom regrets cause i would launch myself from the fridge whene she walked into the room.I was raised by 3000 hippies in Haight Ashbury.now imagin a five year old long haired leather bound hippie boy moving to Texas. Man did i have the time of it. It wasnt too bad I was smarter than all the kids my age hell i was smater than most 18 year old.I learned from the Hells Angels and hippie flower children i experianced more in five years than most adults. I AM PROUD TO BE A CHILD OF HAIGHT,AND CALF OF SHAMELESS

 

He's my Ace june coon
He's my Pride and Joy
He's a crazy mother fucker
But he's still my boy
I love you Jomie. You bring so much joy into my life. I MISS U FACE. The stories you could tell my son. I'd better get copyrite on it..hehehe.. and you best be discreate,lol.. I got stories too ya know.
And yes you nee'r gave me several heart attacts flying at me like that. But what about the times when I'd get up and go to the kitchen, just to find Jimmy.Shills,Count and Whinty laughing their ass's off in front of the fridge. gasp in horror as I opend the fridge to find you (all of 2 yrs old) sitting in there nibbling on a piece of cheese.. OMG. I thought they guys were gonna laff them selves silly at the sight. I on the other hand didn't think it was all that funny. Of course it was all staged for my benefit, they like to trip me out. They were waiting for me to get up so they could stick you in the fridge. <hahaha>.
Your hair was so blonde and beautiful I couldn't bare to cut it till you started school and that was a tuffie. But going to an Indain School in Az. It was going to be rough no matter how you cut your hair, that blonde hair and blue blue eyes were hard to conseal. It got worse when we moved to the projects in Dallas to be close to the hospital for Amy. That got scary there at the end in 76. It was good to get back to the Haight after that.
So many memories. I'm glad your here Darlin'. I glad your my boy. I couldn't have asked for a better one then you. Your heart is so full of love, you were never mean or a lier or theif, you like to party but you did no harm. Your are wise beyond your years, you always were. I am blessed to have you. Thank you for rolling with the punches with me and loving me in spite of myself. You are so cool. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
MOM

 

Yes we had some times I remember getting married inthat indian school when i was five ta two girls in Arizona i didnt have much prob there except with the chunk of turquise in my ear which turned out to be a chunk of green playdoe.And then the time in sf when you couldnt find me thaught i was playing hide and seak.you found me with the three naked girls in the closit.Hey i did well for a 3 year old NO?When wwe got to Texas the kids all called me The Fonze cause i was the only kid with leather jacket ar 5&6.and i did learn to roll with the punches and kicks NO ONE fux with me nowaday Bad enough to kick your ass but too kind to do it. I HAVE THE LOVE I AM LOVED AND I SHOW MY LOVE. EVERYINE would be too lucky to have this woman in there lives She is LOVE INCARNATE

 

Growing a boy into a man is a long journey, with many trials and tribulation to master.
Learing first to crawl before taking that first step. Your learning came in leaps and bounds. From the first time you toddled up to the beer keg with your cup and drew your first beer at two and rolled your fist doob, at three. You walked at 9 months and couldn't be held down. The road I was on lead you to see and experience many strange and exciting things.Your eyes were wide and drank in all around you.
The insight you recived from your experiences are what made you who you are today. You were the pride of Underhouse. The little Prince. You were quite the kid ya know. If I can I will post a pic of you when you were 5 with all that blond hair wearing your overalls. I bet Cin hasn't seen that one, hehehe. Love ya
mama

 

All the place weve been and the strainge people we met on the way what a wondeerfull life experiance i have been enjoying so far.That is why hailstorming <roofing> became such an awsome job i was never in the sme town for more than three month for the last fifteen years I have seen much done more than most and wouldnt chainge none of it cept for the fate of my sis.But thats another thread intirely.Ive been there and ive done that without the riches that most men strive for im rich with love for all. I hope more people learn from the past experiances theyve had and can use them to strengthen there bond with humanity and not use it as a shield to guard againt the masses.Jump in the mass and frollic in the confusion yu will caome out of it inlightened.

 

What did the angels teach you,how to sell speed or how to beat the shit out of people who got in their way?They were and are a gang,just like the Krips or the bloods...

 

Gate,
I don't know how close you got to the Angels. The ones we knew and were tite with were some of the coolest people I met. I'm sure it's different now or even in the 80s'.
The ones that were around the Haight were pretty cool, they help protect the neighborhood. When I was PG with my son, they treated me like a queen. After he was born, they loved him and treated him like he was theirs. My ole man was friends with several of them.They did not take any shit, but on the norm, they didn't start any either, unless prevoked. There were renegades of course that were damn mean, but that's in any large group of people. But to me when they came to my house, they were polite and wiped their boots. When I was in some of their houses, they were clean and organized. They had ole ladies and kids and some had jobs, not all of them did drugs or raped pillaged or stole.
Sonny Barger wasn't a tirant, He was pretty smart to hold together a large group like the Hell's Angels. They had their own type of justice. They did good for some of us. They have the Christmas Toy Drive, and other benefits to encourage motorcycles. I suppose looked at in a certain way, that even a curch congragation could be call a gang.
I don't agree with a lot of their methods, but on an average they weren't as bad as portrayed, But this is only my oppinon and what I experienced. Others may see a drifferent side.

 

Shameless, that story was amazing.
I had no idea all this went on.
Wow.

 

Its all about a stereotipicall veiw NO ONE knows the real deal unless they have been there or seen it for themselves theres a lot of things you hear and assume to be truthes or half truthes if you didnt know these people and you allready have an opinion of who or what they are.THATS WHATS WRONG WITH THE WORLD TODAY. Hes a bad guy cauese he got greasy jeans and tattoos,or shes a slut cause she got on a low cut tigght dress and clear spiked heals. WHO SAID SO YOU WHO ARE YOU WHAT5 HAVE YOU DONE FOR THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU. YOUR COMUNITY.<a derogitory question not inteded to any one person> Im about open mindedness.Ive known a lot of people a lot worse than any of the angels i grew up with.Mean black hearted people who dont care of anyone or anything but dope money or power over another person.And they were no paart of any gang loked just like anyother dude or chic on the street. TV sure has implanted a lot of false imiges in our minds youve seen stories.That doesnt cut it you have to have lived it .I can say ive been there ive done that I did what i could to help others in any way it is in my means (One day a strainger will knock on your door a poor man in ragged clothes and long hair a hairy beard upon his face a hungry soul looking for food and shelter for the night .would you help this vegabond ? or would yu turn JESUS away from your doorstep?)

 

I know a number of angles,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,damn fine folks.

 

I can tell you one thing about the Angels I knew, no one messed with me. The pimps left me alone and so did the pushers. I could walk Haight St. day or night and I never feared, I knew there were ones watching and I would be safe.

Even when Cliff and I split the sheets, they took care of me and Jom. They never tried to do, or made me do anything. They were just there to make sure I was not hassled. I remember when The Angels Cleared Haight St. after Super Spade was murdered in front of the fish n chips store on Haight. The Angels and Galloping Goose rode together down the St. on their Harelys. Bustin' skulls and removing the rift raft. They were on a mission to seek and distroy. They started at the entrance of Golden Gate Park, there at Haight and Stanyon. They line themselves across the St and on the sidewalks and rode down Haight with a vengence. Most everyone had gotten the word to stay off haight st., so the only ones out there were the husslers, pimps and pushers. All the hippies had gathered on hippie hill and watched the shit come down. The bikers liked the hippie chicks and their free love, so they kinda took care of them in ways. I was sixteen I think when that happened maybe 17.

After the Biker's got done with the pushers and moved down the block, the Piigs came with their helmets and clubs, beating what was ever in their pathway. At that point, no one was safe. We all kinda stayed huddle up there on the hill afraid really to try to leave and go our homes. I would have to say we were almost held captive there in the park. Not knowing if the Pigs were going to come into the park after us hippies. we stood together and chanted and prayed for us to be freed. The park was surounded by pigs, we dare not try to break free and run.
Every one joined hands in a circle, well all the men anyway. The men put the women and children in the center and incircled us. We ohm'd and prayed some more and we could hear the distruction on our beloved st. The street that love built.
We were lucky that day. The pigs didn't come after us. We danced and sang in celabration, we gave thanks to the Creator that we were spared this time.

 

..and they became angels cause they wanted to do good in the world.I've met quite a few.We got along fine,but there were boundaries.I don't judge a person by their skin,clothes etc.,but I do judge them by the groups they join and the image they want to portray.I never needed protection from the pimps and pushers,nor wanted it.
The Mescularos ,an angels sanctuned group(you have to have permission to wear 3 colors) used to control most of the speed in this area,the h.a.'s sold it up north.Harleys aren't cheap and not all angels are bank presidents.You can say it's the individual but this is a group.

 

When I was 16, I did need a form of protection from the dangers of being alone on the streets of a city I didn't know.
Everyone at the table has brought something to share. There in Maya in us all. How we choose to live and what we live by are our lessons to learn. Our mistakes to learn.
A baseball team is a gang. Any organization can be called a gang. There will be good and bad mixed in the lot, but for the good they still exist.
I can only speak from a womans point of veiw. You feel as you do from your own experiences, I mine. We draw what we will from same experiences. Each drawing what they need. Each need being different. I can only speak of what I drew, you from what you drew. But we both learned and we both grew. Blessed Be. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
SH

 

Nathan,
I have so many stories like these, my life experience. What I saw and learned. The pain and extasy of living life. My path has led me on many a journey, good, bad, and some ugly. But I made it through. My hides a little tougher and I can see a lier coming a mile away. I learned to 'see' the signs of trouble coming. Sometimes I face it head on, sometimes I let it pass on. Depending on if there is any good in it to salvage.
When we are at lifes table it's up to us as to what we fill our plate with. What we take from what's set before us. Our choices is what makes or breakes us and how we adress them. I choose to heap my plate with LOVE LOVE LOVE, but to keep the balance, I also take my share of peas, I may not like them, but they'er good for me.
Blessings sweetie.
SH

 

and the peace corp and greenpeace could be called a gang,but what is their mission and what is the mission of the angels.I believe there is inherit good in all.Manson even had his good points,but as a whole the family was not good for society.The angels tried to do some p r work with toys for tots a few years ago but their actions came to a head last year in Vegas with the violence.They are known for their bad boy image and those who choose to join do so for that reason.They were part of haight and the hip culture.Hell Sonny was in a few movies,hung out with Janis,but they were far peaceful.

 

We'll need our warriors when the shit comes down.

 

This is some far out stuff man, pass the roachclip.