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

As you may know, I'm nowhere from that time period and I think it would be interesting to hear some of the older hippie's stories first hand. What was something that really stuck out to you during the whole decade? The most exciting, terrifying, beautiful, or worst incident that happened. Anyone have something to share?

 

going on CND marches and rallies for peace stick in my memory, we had such ideals for the future but where has it got us?
wars everywhere, deaths, starvation, greed, so many peoples god is money, it has to change, it must change.

 

It needs to, the world shouldn't be like this. Sadly a protest can't fix it(that'd be great if it did). Hope is all we have now

 

Playing in a sandbox.

 

just wondering if you knew that the universal peace sign that all us hippies love and use so much, was designed by an englishman gerald holtem to be used for the CND (campaign for nuclear disarmament) in the UK.
and now its used universally for all love and peace rallies throughout the world
i was proud to carry a banner back then in the 60's with that symbol as i am now.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerald_Holtom

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf9Ea_9QKMI"]NEWARK RIOTS 1967 - YouTube

My family had just moved from the Bronx to NJ around this time. I turned 17 in July of 67, and I remember we could see the smoke from where we had moved to in suburban Jersey. It was memorable and scary.
I rememberer thinking "Now why was it that we needed to move out of the Bronx? "

 

I think I told this story a few years ago, but its worth repeating. I was standing on the corner of Geary and Taylor street near Union Square in San-Francisco soon after I graduated high school waiting for the traffic light to change. When Sonny Barger pulls up on his chopper and he had Janis Joplin on the back. As I crossed the street in front of them Janis says, " give me a fucking light Sonny", and he reaches back and lights her cigarette. As I continue crossing the street I'm thinking to myself man I love this place.

 

Walking barefoot through a cactus patch in 69. I was five. I had these cool kids that would hang out with me. I thought they were adults, but they were probably like 10-12. They taught me to go out on that limb, to test the boudaries of my experience...

 

If this story is true, then I declare you one of the luckiest people on these forums.

 

diapers

 

Not luck, just good timing.

 

In June 1968 I was a 16-yr-old paperboy for the Washington Post. Early in the morning, a delivery truck dropped off the bundles of papers, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. I cut the twine and gazed at the headline: Robert F. Kennedy Shot Dead After Winning California Primary. I was deeply, deeply shocked, coming just two months after MLK was killed. I wondered if there was any justice in the world. That feeling is still with me.

 

In August 1967, after 13 months of combat, I was in the huge Camp Pendleton mess hall where Marines returning from Vietnam ate. I was alive! All I would get was chocolate cake and cold milk. I'd realized I could have all the cold milk I wanted. There was a juke box, playing Groovin' by the Young Rascals. "We're gonna talk and laugh our time away..." Sitting there alive with my milk and chocolate cake and that music - that was incredible.

 

Hey jjack, I tried to send you a message via pm, but got this message: "junglejack has chosen not to receive private messages or may not be allowed to receive private messages. Therefore you may not send your message to him/her."

 

let me try and see what the problem is? I didnt choose a thing- -haha- Im not the most computer literate- -Ill get back to ya-

 

I was born in late 67 so I have very few memories of the 60s.

But I DO remember all the excitement over the television pictures of the moonshot ... and being spectacularly unimpressed by the whole thing!!! (As I recall, a slowly diminishing bright sppot in the screen ... like you got when you switched the set off in those days, but in slow motion ...)

 

there was a war that will be forever etched in my mind, as well as the death of the president (J.F.K.). end of war by president Nixon. The Beetles, rolling stones the british invasion in music

 

-seeing the beatles on the ed sullivan show
-hearing of the assassinations of JFK, Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King
-watching the Viet Nam body bags on the nightly news
-hearing of the deaths of Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison
-listening to albums in the local record store the day they arrived
-that first trip on acid
-the first joint
-meeting the first hippy chick-granny glasses, long brown hair, long flowing dresses-and liked me
-getting through high school

It just happened to be the time I grew up.

 

Being scared shitless that when I turned 18 I'd end up in a rice paddy in Viet-Nam.

 

I was a gelatinous orb of life in the belly of my momma ,, man what a trip.. "1969"