If there was ever a place that I wanted to be at, in the worse way, it was Woodstock! What a stir that gathering caused.
I remember being glued to the television set just waiting for Walter Cronkite to give his "we interrupt this broadcast to bring you updates of the happening of Woodstock."
By the way my parents were talking you'd of thought the world was coming to an end ... or heading straight to hell.
I also recall Mom saying something on the line of all that loving couldn't be good ~ that was for sure . . . and I was thinking . . . are you nuts woman! That's what this world needs is more love. But I wouldn't of dared expressed myself like that to my mother!
I do remember telling my parents that if I was just a few years older there was no way they would be able to stop me from going. That was when I was sent to my room to think about it... and was told that I couldn't watch the news anymore.
I was 11.
The early beginning of my radical years.
Oh the good ol' days...
It's still so funny to this day how my nieces and nephews call me the "hippie aunt". LOL