Just what makes a hippie, I am not sure, but I lived in a dead shop, burnt my draft card sold and told lots of drugs, wore dye tied cloths and platform shoes, hitched rides and painted nude girls with day-glo paints, I could dig it, I opposed the man and in general spent the later years of the 60's at a party, when I was not being arrested, never charged mind you, just arrested, oh and we shoplifted a lot, more for the thrill then anything but being stoned on acid and trying to steal wonder bread was a trip.

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Hippie... Playing "mother earth" ... washing my clothes in the stream that ran by the cabin we lived in...kids running around naked all summer... baking every cookie, every slice of bread they ate, so I would know that what my kids were eating was healthy... Trying to not destroy the earth, yet still have a good life.

I didn't get into drugs at all. I did the health food thing... and did a lot of hugging and loving... (nuff said about that LOL)

Far Out Wyldflower, running wild, way cool, I always loved earth mothers, I can dig what you are saying, I got into drugs to expand my mind and it worked, you should have seen me before.
We would smoke grass because it was cheaper then cigarettes, and running a head shop on Chicago's South Side, Okay In Hammond In., was a trip, people were always turning me on to whatever acid was going around, I was with the SDS, White and Black Panthers and nearly every other group that was going around. I noticed that all my friends were going into mental hospitals, prison or grave yards so I left to join the earth people, that is when I ran into a group of people called the family ran by none other then Charlie Manson, that was one really weird dude, I did not join and lucky to escape that bunch, but that is a long story and one for another day.
At the time we called ourselves freaks instead of hippie as the term was rather a slur used by the uptight people to put us down.

Peace Love Happyness, it was right for then and it's right for today.

hippie seemed to mean it wasn't bad to be weird.
being a tad "off beat" was cause for celebration more than anything else (one was left to think). if you sat quietly anywhere for too long, someone might draw your picture or something. then to see it would have you beside yourself.

i remember an extraordinary girl i had the pleasure to spend the day with (a lot of transients), we were both 14 at the time...she showed me an indoor stream and fountain she'd built at the place she was staying...she was a most magical creature.

...If you are Cheryl wearing her Beatle boots? <img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/confused.gif" width=15 height=22> What's in a label afterall?

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by agnes:

hippie seemed to mean it wasn't bad to be weird.

i remember an extraordinary girl i had the pleasure to spend the day with (a lot of transients), we were both 14 at the time...she showed me an indoor stream and fountain she'd built at the place she was staying...she was a most magical creature.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

the very best part was the people the magical times and all those wonderful people. thank you for sharing and helping me to recall so many times when magic was in the air.

I was an "almost-hippie" but my kids think I was the real deal. I was too goody-goody to argue with the system. Never did drugs, to the point that my roommate at college thought I was the dorm narc and she stayed away from me as much as she could LOL. I think I could be a much better hippie today than I ever was in the 60's/70's. For me it was more the music, sharing and feelings that attracted me. <img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/tiedye.gif" width=17 height=17> Not to mention I had the hair for it--long and straight<img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/smile.gif" width=15 height=15>

FLOWER CHILD,

Full-fledged freak. Dropped a lot, smoked a lot, did some other things like that. SDS, Tarrant County Peace Committee, Movement for a Democratic Military (told you before that I am an eternal optimist), etc., etc., hung out at the park on Sunday. KFC threw away the wax-coated boxes the frozen chicken came in--snag some of those, stack them up, throw some Indian print 'bedspreads' over them, and you had a headboard for your mattress on the floor, or tables, or whatever you needed. More Indian bedspreads over the windows. Traveled via thumb some, via VW more. Everything I owned would fit in the bug. Took several young runaway girls under wing and got them back home when possible. Bailed friends out alot; came close a few times but missed that particular joy myself. Made tiedyed clothing, cushions, and pillows, and suede items & sold through shops for $$. Worried my parents half to death. What a time that was!

In early 70s, feminist rep. in our college's "rainbow coalition" of radical organizations, when we were trying to keep it all from slipping away, but it didn't work. Then mid-70s, moved to country, big organic garden, Toggenberg dairy goats, honeybees, chickens, ducks, guinea fowl for security alarm, In a local co-op association linking the farms, food co-ops, and housing co-ops. Worked at university to pay for the farm.

Gave it all up, moved to the big city, for love. That's okay, too, and more than well worth it. Best part of my life. (Especially in the last year, since we started coming here and "went home" to the Church.) But retiring together to a more pastoral place would be nice. Need a front porch for our rocking chairs and who knows--maybe we'll take up some old habits. <img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/tiedye.gif" width=17 height=17> I mean organic gardening, of course. <img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/smile.gif" width=15 height=15> Really, I do.

Far out, I can dig it, another freak.....

A friend and I were in Chicago once buying some acid, we thought we were about to be busted, some cops came into the head shop, so we dropped a lot of acid at once, ran out of the store and hopped a bus to Winsor Ont., didn't get across the border, had no money left so we hopped a train back to Chi town, ate frozen green oranges and I can still taste them, bitter bitter bitter.

I looked great in bell bottoms, trip shirts and red velvet capes, I always acted stoned so no one could be sure unless they looked into those eyes of mine or such that be eyes of mind?

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Tee-hee, Ceashel. I, too, did lots of drugs, loved the LSD. Not as active as you in organizations, mainly because I lived in Battle Creek, Michigan. Also, age-wise, I was sort of on the tailend of things. We did have great fun freaking out the citizens of that town. Did hitchhike around the country with my boyfriend, on a whim. We had $10 between us, he had friends in Tucson. We went to Boulder, Co., caught a ride after 3 days--very crowded in and out, plus a major eye-opener for me. The guy's car pooped out in Wyoming--very scary. Got picked up by an old guy because I reminded him of his daughter. He lived in San Francisco, so that's the direction we went. The sweet old guy really just wanted someone to drive him out there--we had to stop whenever the car got to 3/4 tank, so he could top off both the gas tank and his beer cooler. Hit California and hitched south on Highway 1, and eventually across to Tucson. Many adventures along the way. Met lots of very interesting folks in Tucson and surrounding areas. There were still a lot of communes up in the mountains and such.

Jeez, I could go on about this all day, but I'd better get back to work.'

Thanks for the memories, everyone!

And, Ceas, my one insistance when we were looking at house plans was a front porch!

In our head shop, we had a room for blacklight posters, no outside light what so ever and we would go in there and put "Some Velvet Morning" on the juke box about fifty times in a row and then drop acid....did anyone else listen to that song?...
I also was in downtown Chicago one night on acid and this car drove by, the only car anywhere and it was playing "One is the lonlyist(sp) number" it was so far out weird, I mean I was it, the only person to be seen in downtown Chicago.

So many beautiful people have passed and we few remain to spead the seeds of the flowers they so loved, Peace, Love, happyness,
freedom.

Was anyone else at the Democratic Convention?

Was never at anything bigger than a march on Fort Carson, Colorado--HAHA that was a hoot, peace marches in Fort Woth, and near-riots outside some concerts down here. I still have the dashiki and fringed vest I wore a lot, of course they fit quite nicely--around my leg. I wish I still had my floppy leather hat and a few other things. Mostly, I wish (I think) I could be in contact with some of those people, but even with the Internet and knowing some of their real and whole names, I haven't found any of them. I hope they've found folks somewhere like those I've found here.

I was never a hippie but I dug & still dig alot of Hippie stuff. Never had Beatles boots tho. I still love to wear bellbottoms & flared pants & jeans like I did back then & wear hippie type stuff.

I was once in a student sit-in. We were protesting either bad food or Nam. They made us leave the bldg cuz were illegally there they said & if we stayed could get arrested. I also participated in a student protest once as well.

I skipped school a few times. Once sveral of us found an old radio in a basement & listened to it. Somehow listening to Flying Burrito Brothers was more exciting than school.

I once played acoustic guitar in a rock & roll group. We once won a talent contest & made page 2 of the Richmond, VA paper. We also ocne got arrested by the fuzz for disturbing the peace cuz folks from as far as 6 blocks away were complaining about the noise we were making playing our music. FUnzz came 5 times trying to get us to turn it down. Finally they told us after the 5th time if they ahd to come again. You guess it-- arrest & going to the big PD in Richmond & $500 bail which none of us had. So thus we had to turn the music down.

I do have a cousin who was a hippie in the 60's. Believe it or not he married a normal girl & is normal now LOL!

I consider myself to be a liberal conservative. I'm a conservative but am aligned with the liberals in somethings & am anti-nam. LOL! Folks tell me I'd make a great hippie. Guess I'm kinda one at heart. <img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/smile.gif" width=15 height=15><img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/peace.gif" width=16 height=16>

Oh yeah, I had a dashiki too but it got to small to fit me so I got another one tha6t fits. Only paid $5 for it in Columbus, Oh some yrs ago. I have a croched fringed vest that is rteall cool. It comes down really long... <img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/smile.gif" width=15 height=15>