What are your most incredible memories of the 60's?

Me Too, Here In Australia We Had A Ballot System, If A Ball With Your

Birth Date On It Was Drawn, You Were Drafted To Fight In A War That Had

Nothing To Do With Us....

Fortunatly For Me, The 3rd Of July Was Not Drawn....



Cheers Glen.

 

By the time I turned 18 in 1972 the draft was by all means over. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Another thing that is vivid in my memory are the B-52 bombers. We live out in the middle of nowhere and we were on a flifght path from KI Sawyer Airforce Base. Twice a week B-52's would fly over our house at treetop level. Man them suckers were huge.

 

I remember a second year chemistry class-Organic Chemistry, a bitch if you didn't get it-me and a fellow classman took acid every friday at 2 for the semester so we would be ready for the three o clock lab movie-watching an experiment where a chemical reaction took place, high on acid, was a great start to the weekend

 

I remember taking a bus from my parents suburban Maryland home into Washington to see Resurrection City one weekend afternoon during the spring of 68. The bus let me off at 11th & Pennsylvania Ave NW and I walked to the mall.

None of my friends wanted to go, so I went alone.

I walked around the area for a while and this young Hispanic women asked if I was hungry. I said sure and she offered me a peanut butter sandwich made from 'Can Bread' she called it..Yes..it was actually bread that was baked in a coffee can over charcoal, and it was still warm. I thanked her for the sandwich and went on my way. A short time later as I was getting read to leave I heard this man starting to play a banjo, under a shade tree, and his voice sounded familiar.. So I walked a little closer and recognized him after seeing his face. It was Woodie Guthrie singing this land is your land, to about five or six of us.

Those were amazing times.

 

Too many to mention here-I'd need a journal,but I'll mention one anyway. I remember being dosed pretty good at the first(I think) Crater Festival in Hawaii-'68 or '69 and seeing dozens of guys with flat top haircuts and shiny black shoes circulating in the crowd snapping pictures as fast as they could,of all the freaks dancing or just tripping. After that ,the rumor went around that Nixon was preparing camps to confine hippies/radicals/stoners to. Those pictures are probably around somewhere.
Santana played.

 

Ooops

 

Guthrie was moved to Creedmore State Hospital in Queens, NY, in July 1966 and put under the care of a doctor specifically studying Huntington's disease. He died there on October 3, 1967, at the age of 55.

Maybe you have you dates mixed up- Woody was dead in 67- and pretty sick for yrs before-
awoodyFan,
jjack

 

JFK MLK RFK Vietnam... Moon Landing.... Kent State... Wondering if my brother would come home from Vietnam and if I would have to there myself latter. He came home I didn't have to go.

 

Thanks for refreshing my memory, it was Pete Seeger, not Woody Guthrie.

 

Here we had a similar system- funny, I also was born in July-
In December of 1969 the U.S. randomly drew from the 366 possible birthdays without replacement. The draw order of each birhtday determined the order by which men born between 1944-1950 (those eligible in the 1970 draft) were drafted. For example, a guy with a birthday lottery number of 63 was drafted fairly early in 1970; a person with number 300 was not drafted at all.

Unfortunately my # was 115- Did a bunch of time in Fort Hood Texas, learning the "medic trade"-Fort Hood trained and deployed a number of units and individuals for duty in Vietnam in the late 60, early 70,s.Fort Hood played a major role in the training, testing and introduction of new equipment, tactics and organizations back then- -I have no idea what is going on there these days-

-Met a lotta good Aussies during my tour Glen , I'm sure you take no offense when I say- I'm glad you weren't one of them*
jjack

 

In order (I think):
hearing about JFK's assassination over the speaker in school
watching the Beatles on Ed Sullivan
learning to water ski
riding the rapids in a cold river in Northern Ontario
seeing the Beach Boys, The Four Seasons, Sam and Dave, The Animals,The Birds, Buffalo Springfield, The Dave Clark Five, The Association, The Cyrkle, the Rolling Stones,and many others, live in concert in Buffalo
our band backing up Martha and the Vandellas
our band opening up for The Hollies in concert
our band sharing the stage with The McCoys
Peter Best using our drummer's drum set and playing a song with him
attending the Beatles' concert at Maple Leaf Gardens
smoking my first joint
my first acid trip an Owsley "green swirl" (or something like that)
seeing many excellent bands for free at Speedway Meadows in Golden Gate Park
watching Santana audition at least three times at the Filmore West before they were allowed to open for a "name band"
smoking weed with Santana's bass player Dave Brown in our commune
seeing countless great bands at the Filmore West
being at the concert at Altamont Speedway (not so great a memory)
working in our commune's tobacco shop in The Haight
too much more to post here....................................

 

Wow!

 

I am glad I was there and experienced the unity and strength and true feelings of treat others respectfully. The concerts I saw around the Denver area were powerful - Hendrix at Red Rocks really stands out as well as the first Led Zepplin concert in America - Denver. Backpacking in the Rockies - then as years rolled by things got not so pure.
Peace.

 

I was born in March of 69 so my earliest memory was actually in the 70s. It's ironic and funny to read this post right now. Earlier hubby and I were discussing what age we would have liked to be in what year if we would have been born sooner. (After we both agreed that we KNOW we should be older than we are.) Lots to think about based on history!

I'm making incredible memories NOW and the older I get, the more I make. I'm being who *I* think I should be more and more. I don't like labels, but I AM a hippie. It's not the way I dress or how I feel about certain matters or what music I listen to, although I actually AM more of the typical hippie stereotype by nature.

I could have been at Woodstock. We lived close enough that it wouldn't have been a problem, but I wasn't even 6 months old and my parents weren't anywhere close to being hippies, EVER. It's been in me, but it took meeting hubby to realize who I was! It all started with music and marijuana... ♪ memories... ♫

 

I remember white Go-Go boots, hot pants and big hair!
The sadness of the world when we lost Jack, MLK & Bobby - the world felt so broken as we heard: "I'd like to teach the world to sing."
Dark Shadows! Ran home from school to catch it and be scared & tingly!
Never locking the house or the car.
Cigarettes in the waitress' lips as they served food!
Frying in the sun with baby oil and thinking the first burn was necessary to get a tan....
Swimming with my family in an old bomb blast hole in the desert - OMG! there was absolutely no vegetation surrounding all this water. What did it do to us....?????
Cars with no seat belts and driving those gas guzzlers all night on $1.50 tank.
Elvis Movies, The Mouseketeers, Ed Sullivan Show, Lawrence Welk Show, Sonny & Cher, Laugh In (or was that 70's?)
The Indian tearing up over trash on the highways.
The Indian symbol that came on when TV signed off at 11pm each night.
The Supremes, Jackson 5, The Osmonds - we danced!

 

"The Indian tearing up over trash on the highways."


That commercial should still be running.

 

I saw that commercial on i love the 70s

 

It came out in 1971 I believe...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7OHG7tHrNM"]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7OHG7tHrNM

 

'Counter culture' was in the mid '60s when I encountered Peter, Paul, and Mary one aftfernoon in the Wonderland Mall in San Antonio sitting with a small group having a "hootinany"! (sp?)