Stp Family

Also re Boulder Officer Chastian took many of us off the streets when ever he could but we always were b ack in a flash and at Caynon Liquior for some Platt Valley in a NY second, up to eddie spaggittis pool hall to see who was hanging on the HILL and panhandel some money for the grub needed from the College folks! This was after Stp John had been shot at the frat house party!

Also re the Haight remember the STREET WATCH/Street patrol??

 

ChrisWah, I started this forum in search of Charlie Blackbeard, Butler, Iz, Wab Or anybody that knows their whereabouts. Wabbit passed away in Tucson { got that from Morgan } Heard somewhere that Butler died. Don't know if that's true. Would like to hear back from any family. Cliff

 

Scotter did you know any of the Boulder Family who went down to Las Vegas/Las Cruses(sp) NM into the Sangre De Cristos back around 72 as I recall?

Sargent Peppers Died In Colorado but I think I posted that here. Charlie BB, Chuck MF and Mike MF actually more than a few went to SF as I recall. Then some on to Orygun, I let Butler and Nancy live in my Bus up in Orygun in 75 way later than original Boulder days. I went to Hawaii for a time out if you know what I mean.... Nabor went up to Alaska and is still there.

Daisy Mae went from Boulder to Orygun then to Texas I THINK Diane went to SF as I recall

I heard Wab had passed too not sure where I heard it. Also LTD showed up in Portland I heard a couple years ago maybe? I think I heard something about LB but can not remember what I heard. I will try to remember as much as I can and try to get in touch with Candy-O and she what she knows.

Oh yeah did you know JD, Greg, Buddy, Boogie Joe all around 71-73 arrivals who started up Hit and Run Jam
Band.

TC Keep riding if you can!

 

duh wut happined 2 duh STP?

 

I'm in touch with JD and Greg, They stayed with me in Oregon when I had a little house in Days Creek. I think it was 73 ish.

I remember the Platt Valley in the little crock jugs with the cork in it, straight corn mash, made ya wanna Hi-De-Ho. I bought a jug years ago when I moved back to TX but it just wasn't the same, I guess it was the company that made it so special.
sh

 

SH where in Days Creek next to the Store?

Remember Amos

So I see we check both sites!!

LOL

So One thing though Not Gregwah unless you have contact with the other side as Gregwah was my closest running partner and he tragically died on my place in Hawaii/Molokai was shot while Hunting by Willie 1979. I was up in Tiller when it happened

It was way fu(*$ up as GregWAH was not even going to be there BUT I had "the 80" (the way we refered to my place on Cow Creek actually 108 acres) and I had the place in Hawaii. I took GregWAH over to show him the place and he said that he wanted to do the season there as it was so amazing and he knew that Sheila was not going put up with another year in the Bus now that we had the two places and I had the Blue House in Tiller. It is a LONG story that I will gladly share but not here.

JD knows me real well eventhough we have not seen each other in years!!

I hear he is married again with a 12 year old and his first Daughter Mellisa is married to a RoseBurg LD I think???

Funny story going way back with Jd we were hitching from Boulder to the east coast and we had our pups. His was named Oblieo and we got into a car on the Ohio Pike and we noticed that we did not have Oblieo!! We had left her at the exit where we got picked up!! We got out hitched back about 50 60 miles and we found her and then proceeded back to D.C as I recall!!

Ask JD as he will remember a LOT of stuff!

Next time you talk to him tell him I am fighting lymphomia but it ain't going to get me and that me and Sheila are good on 31 years now and the Boys are GROWN UP! Tell him Tiller (my youngest yes born in Tiller) is the Guitar songwriter

We need to stop meeting like this!! lol KIDDING!

 

Chris the place I had in Days Creek was the old school marm's house, just a one roomer with a bathroom, It was next to the little school, I had to haul water from the school to flush with..lol.. JD and Greg stayed with me and Jomie there for a couple of weeks, we were pickin' plums for cash I don't remember excatly where, but I got sick with something and hadda go to the hospital for several days n they took care of Jomie for me.

I do hope it was not the same Greg, I thought that JD had said he was still with us, but I may be mixed up on that. I will ask when I talk to him again.

I show up in the everywhere in the garden, where it interest me, I moderate this forum and two others in personal forums, I asked for this forum. It aint ez either...lol.. I don't recon I will ever change, I'm still learnin' but I don't see no change comin' soon.

I hate to hear you have lymphoma. I will dig into my books and see if there is somethings I can suggest for you to take to help ya get that taken care of. First off I can tell ya ta drink gallons of apple juice and lemon water (not mixed together but throughout the day).PawPaw (capsules) and Pau D'Arco Tea. I will email you the rest it after you get back.

Bright Blessings Chris
sh

 

01/16/2007
Just thought I'd stop by to say hello. I've been out of touch for the last seven months. I knew some STPers on the east coast back in the early seventies. Believe it or not I considered them cousins.

 

Any of you old hippies find this yet?

http://stp.freeservers.com/

or

http://www.angelfire.com/tv/buzzards/index.html

 

?

What are you going to do if you are the last one left, Cliff?

 

The STP Family is like the Shakers. The Shakers were a sect of the Quakers who unlike the Quakers did not believe in having children, marriage but not sex. Because of this they relied on adopting children to keep themselves going, but unfortunately since they couldn't adopt enough children, they died out.

The STP Family (none of them will read this far) isn't a biological family but they do have children. Problem is they don't even want their own children to be STPers. STPers chose each other as family, brothers and sisters more than 35 years ago but since then no one new has joined the familly. No one new, no one younger than the originals. As a matter of fact they rarely talk to or have anything to do with anyone but themselves, not even other families that were similar to them. Yes, unfortunately they are definitely going to die out.

 

The STP Family today is not unlike most of the rest of the hippies of the late 60's and early 70's. They have moved back into mainstream America.

Today they have families of their own, husbands and wives, children and grand children; they drive cars; own their own houses; pay their bills and go to work every morning...

 

... And much like the rest of mainstream America, today when an STPer is put down he or she takes it. He or she does not have enough self respect to defend themselves!

 

saftypin, are you having a bad day or are you just felling frisky

 

not sure which, I guess a little of both, difficult for me to realize that someone had enough respect for themselves to ask. I know the STPers are struggling and even in the midst of their struggles they're still good people. I hope that doesn't go to your heads STPers, there's still a long road ahead.

 

I don't believe that it's because no one cares or has any self respect, it's a matter of choosing your battles..

After the GE dismatled in the 80s there was no place left to go in The Haight for extended family to hang.. the protection was gone, the streets were filled with junkies, pimps and ripoffs.

Now ppl are more caucious of what they expose their old bodies too.. we don't heal like we use to.. al lot of ones left unenchanted bc there was n love left on a street call haight.. where do you go after you've been to the Moon.

The fight we fought left some of us ragged and tired of all the BS, we just want to live our lives in peace. The few remaining years we do have left is more personalized in taking care of your own kids/g-kids and stay out of the mans way.

I know I don't want to spend the reat of my days in prison, or broke down on some backroad to nowhere.

Who taught the children and what did they teach/preach... the word was Love back then, the work is fuck now.. quite a difference aint it.

 

shameless heifer,

Your historical perspective is a little different from mine. I never lived in the Haight but I did live in the East Village back in the late 60’s early 70’s and from what I’ve heard, both experiences were similar.

The thing is that the mass media in the mid 70’s, early 80’s began to create the impression that in the Haight the junkies, the rip off artists and the pimps had taken over the neighborhood; and that they besieged the hippies that were left.

What people don’t realize is that those neighborhoods where we lived were always filled with junkies, rip-off artists, and pimps; the hippies were besieged by them right from the start. We used to say that you hadn’t been initiated into the neighborhood unless you had been ripped off at least once.

People who hadn’t been there used to think that only hippies lived in the East Village, I used to tell them that it was a Puerto Rican ghetto, mostly Puerto Ricans, a lot of blacks and a few white hippies. You have to keep in mind though that although the Puerto Ricans and blacks didn’t exactly roll out the welcome mat for us we did live in their neighborhoods. We were just doing our thing for a time where they lived.

Choosing your battles? STPers not wanting to fight anymore? STPers just wanting to be left alone? I don’t think any of these are in the nature of the STP spirit. STPers never “wanted” to fight but when anyone threatened their way of life an STPer would jump into the fray. They’d fight anyone and everyone if you pushed them too far. They wanted to participate in life, not be left out of it.

But when you get older, you can’t always fight physically anymore so you have to devise other ways to do it. It’s not really choosing your battles but knowing what means you want to use when you fight. No one ever really gives up fighting. It’s a human thing. It’s in you until you die. STPers are no exception.

By the way, love is still the "word" among some of us.

 

I knew Crackerjack, OJ, and Zap from the street in NYC. Jax doesn't remember me and won't give me his addy but he's alive and lives in Florida somewhere. OJ died some years back and Zap is looking over graves (presumedly of STP brothers and sisters that died) somewhere, possibly Boulder. Jax and OJ were in Boulder too. I wanted to go but never made it. I was never STP but I loved them like my own family.

In the early days when the Family got started back in NYC they had a loft (actually you had to go "down" several steps to get to it) on third street. The Hell's Angels lived on the same block and they used to front the Family marijuana and LSD which they took themselves and sold to pay the rent for the loft. At that time there was a guy called STP Billy running the loft. Just thought some of you STPers who weren't there might want to know.

 

Hey Saftypin

What about the place on on 2nd street? for some reason that is the place I remember crashing when I was there in the care of others (as I was one young puppy)on the way back from woodstock? I also knew Crackerjack and we did some hanging out and also spent time togather in Boulder. I remember a lot of meeting up at St Marks Sq?? to go do the daily things back then?? It was a long time ago and from there I was off to Boulder and beyond? As far as standing up for what we thought did it a bunch lost my front teeth to so vigys up past Boulder when they tried to get us out of there. We stayed lol

wah

 

Hi ChrisWah,

I read your post last nite and I meant to get back to you then but I suffered an attack of apathy. I remember when the establishment used to accuse the hippies of being apathetic? The truth is that the hippies were interested in all kinds of things but the establishment wasn't interested/could care less about much of anything. When they saw that there were some people still left in the world who were interested in things (the hippies) it made them feel bad, so to ease there consciences they accused the hippies of the very thing that they felt guilty of themselves. That way they wouldn't have to hold themselves accountable. I guess now we've all learned. It ain't so bad to be apathetic. Poor cusses in the establishment couldn't live with themselves over it, but we all learned, it isn't that bad.

Anyhow, congratulations for staying with your significant other for so many years and I hope you can beat your lymphoma. You've had a lot of tragedy in your life but you had a lot of good stuff too. I guess that's what you call living your life rather than just watching it go buy.

By the way, I got punched in the head a couple times myself back in the day, sometimes I punched back. I don't know about you but back then it wasn't just the pigs who didn't like us, it was most of the counterculture too. What made it worth it was that there was something special about the handful of people who did like us, the people who did everything they could to stick with us just because we were who we were. You can't ask for more than that.

I don't remember much about second street. I lived on first street for a time though with some people I don't care to remember.

Later, cuz