Posted: July 26, 2007 - 1:09pm
This being its 40th anniversary, the fabled Summer of Love ("if you're going to San Francisco...") is getting a lot of media attention. If you were there, tell us your story! Thanks to Hal R for the suggestion!
The Summer of Love
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Spring of 67
On July 27th, 2007 TigerLilly said:
is when I was born, so was kind of "there" in the fabled Summer of Love.
Sorry, weak attemt to fill in the wisecrack void left by C.C. Joe!
I am a product of it too...
On July 27th, 2007 KJ7XJ said:
Like TL I was a sparkle in Mamas eye...No wait that WOULD have been dads eyes... lol...I lived in the bay area 10 years ago and was at the park (GG) for the 30th anniversary. I walked across the GG bridge for the 20th anniversary in 87...Too bad I wont be able to make the 40th...Gonna hang out in the rainny NW :) Have fun down there ya'll...
Eric
Peace and Love
On July 27th, 2007 Hal R said:
I was only 11 and living in Wisconsin but these are some memories of the time.
1. I was in a dime store looking at comics on the rack and this guy with long dark hair down to his shoulders and a full beard came in and started to look at comic books too. He looked like Jesus. I wondered what some guy that looked like Jesus was doing reading comic books. Or maybe it really was Jesus? What was this about? He was a lot harrier than the Beatles. I pondered on this one. This was before all the media attention. Probably earlier than 67.
2. On tv that year there seemed to be two views of the world that I saw many nights on the evening news or in magazines. One was the image of soldiers tromping through the jungles and swamps of Southeast Asia, or of firefights, or of the wounded being loaded on to helicopters and of coffins being unloaded from planes and the nightly body count.
The other images I saw were from San Francisco or New York and were of guys playing guitars or flutes or bongos sitting around in a park with beautiful women with long hair and either miniskirts or long flowing dresses. Or of dancing to loud wild rock and roll with electric guitar solos in dances that were free flowing and didn’t have names. There was colorful clothing and beads and long hair and flowers and incense and words of peace and love.
It seemed that there were two choices for my future. The choice for me was obvious.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Walt Whitman-Song of Myself
Hmmmm...
On July 27th, 2007 photogeek said:
Only 5 years old. I think I was trying to pronounce Fire Truck properly much to the chagrin of my parents.
a babe in arms
On July 27th, 2007 izzie said:
a little too young for the summer of love (5/29/66 is me) but my mother used to tell me they called it the Summer of Love because I was such a joy to be around that year. Seriously.
born too late also
On August 8th, 2007 gypsy soul said:
but, last year i found an interesting site _the60'sdiary.com- this dude
apparently was there and you can read excerpts from his journal. makes you feel like you, too were part of it. check it out.
nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile
67
On August 8th, 2007 Sunshine-daydre... said:
67 was the year i left school i saw quite a few of the bands that are now legends, Pink Floyd, Hendrix, Had wait a year before i saw The Doors and the Airplane at the Roundhouse in London and the Airplane at the Isle of Wight, 1970 before i saw the Dead
Bob
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Spanish Jam
Whew!
On August 8th, 2007 Ed Sieb said:
Boy, where do I start? 1967 was a magical year for me. I was all of 16 years old, and a budding, incipient hippie!
It was a magical time for Canada too - Expo 67, and budding hippie scenes in all the big cities! We even had our own version of Haight-Ashbury, right in downtown Montreal. On August 6, 1967, The Jefferson Airplane, and the Grateful Dead gave a free concert in downtown Montreal, in the square at Place Ville Marie, a large sky-scraper, in the center of downtown Montreal.
Man, what a scene!!!! Hippies as far as the eye could see, and as far as I was concerned it was heaven. In October, Montreal's own underground newspaper, Logos was launched. By then, I was wholly immersed in the hippie scene.
What glorious, precious memories!
just getting curious
On November 25th, 2007 jackl921 said:
I do remember that year only because I stayed with my aunt for a spell.
I was a lil tyke 10 yrs. old. But my 2 girl cousins were 16 & 17.
They turned me on to the music of that time; The Doors "light my fire" I remember that one.
The Beatles, The Jefferson Airplane, Janis & Jimmy,
Cream comes to mind too.
They told me about some band from out west with some guy named "Pig Pen".
Pig Pen? I remember thinking, you mean like Charlie Brown?
Life sure was simple then. Why do we have to grow old?
How I missed this page is beyond me.....
On September 14th, 2008 Gypsy Cowgirl said:
I turned 16 on 6/21/67 billed as the "official 1st day of the Summer of Love",,,,,,,taking the north bound train to the park (excuse was to go see grandma, which I did after the park) Had figured out by this time why everyone was always smiling @ me......"Good Morning Little Schoolgirl" that had been it for me from the start in the Panhandle. a few years earlier......seeing Pigpen walking around the Haight alot & although I wore my purple wool Sgt. Pepper coat alot, I still was riding them horses in Half Moon Bay.......course once I had my car we were all up there way more going to the Fillmore West & stuff, horses went by the wayside for a spell.......think I may give my grandson a harmonica soon......what a hometown band!......Gypsy Cowgirl
Jack1921-why do we have to grow old? better than the alternative........
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