<p>Not so much hippie as counter culture,( though to some at the time it was not much of a difference, the hair was a symbol evidently);
concerts, hitchhiking, working in a healthfood restaurant for shared tips and any actual profit, protests, spent one summer in California with a friend who was learning to play the sitar, danced in Golden Gate Park with the Hare Krishnas( ate dinner at their Ashram in Oakland pretty often, cool people, great food, bad haircuts); I’d be terrified if my kids did half of what we used to do.</p>
<p>“My parents took me to see Hair and also to the Woodstock movie.”</p>
<p>Did you see “Butterflies are Free”? :rolleyes:</p>
<p>Why do you think I dry 60# of prunes every year?</p>
<p>mini: And so are we.</p>
<p>I thought the ultra hippie group was Jefferson Airplane. Dead came a bit later as an icon.</p>
<p>Buying clothes at thrift shops and army surplus at St. Mark’s Square. Hitching everywhere. Getting doors slammed in my face for opposing the war, “America, love it or leave it.” Boycotting grapes every Tuesday. Oming with Allen Ginsberg in Central Park as he saved my boyfriend from being beaten up.</p>
<p>Those were the days my friend. We thought they’d never end. We’d sing and dance forever and a day. Those were the days we lived, we something and never quit, those were the days, oh yes, those were the days. Marianne Faithful song.</p>
<p>“Boycotting grapes every Tuesday.”</p>
<p>Except when I lived in Iran, I didn’t eat grapes until the mid-80s. (Now I don’t eat shrimp.)</p>
<p>Quicksilver Messenger Service.</p>
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<p>I’m all in favor of being responsible, and I agree that it’s not practical for everyone to live off the land and be self-sufficient.</p>
<p>By ‘selling out’ I mean giving up on the main hippie values: PEACE and the freedom that comes with independent thinking.</p>
<p>Was anyone here a “freaker chick”?</p>
<p>If by that you mean 1970s’ era, then yes. We called ourselves freaks and I was quite the rocker chick.</p>
<p>Whoops - I was referring to the 70s rather than the 60s. I was just in Junior High in 1967.</p>
<p>my cb (citizens band radio) handle was Flyer Freak.<br>
That was more for the hockey team than anything…</p>
<p>I ate grapes, ate a lot of grapes. I thought the boycott was stupid and ultimately will doom the workers and its union. I was an ag major then, and the primary ag emphasis was how soon can we mechanize and not be dependent on labor. </p>
<p>I don’t eat grapes now because I refuse to eat a grape that crunches like and an apple. I also don’t eat Washington Apples because, they are picked too green and have too much indigestible sugars.</p>
<p>The boycott on grapes that I knew about was because of the pesticides. Was there another boycott for another reason?</p>
<p>The boycott was in support of the United Farm Workers, to help them not be killed by the pesticides on the grapes they had to pick and to support their union.</p>
<p>As I PM’ed mini: I didn’t eat grapes any day, but on Tuesdays we’d go to different supermarkets that carried banned grapes and fill carts with grapes and leave them choking the aisles. </p>
<p>Later on in my life I almost choked on a grape at a function where I was being “good” by not eating pastry, cheese, crackers or drinking wine. Needed the Heimlich maneuver, and my whole life did pass before my eyes.</p>
<p>I think I’m not meant to eat grapes.</p>
<p>Red herring on pesticides. </p>
<p>Don’t drink American wine. Who do you think pick grapes. I sneak in a beer and Australian Wine because the hops are mechanically picked and the Australian grapes are picked by Asians not Latinos.</p>
<p>Yeah, but for some reason California wine doesn’t give me headaches, and Australian does.</p>
<p>No - to the original question. I wasn’t a hippie. </p>
<p>I’m much closer to that state of being now, however. ;)</p>
<p>Still conservative; still own firearms; but buy organic foods. Still don’t smoke.</p>
<p>Still don’t think tea made from mushrooms plucked from cow flops is a wise idea.</p>
<p>Still think bathing every day is a good thing.</p>
<p>Still do not like women with hairy legs, no matter how much they know Mao’s Little Red Book.</p>
<p>nope, didn’t see Butterflies are Free, though we saw plenty of Goldie Hawn on Laugh-In. 
It might have come out after my parents were sent to a posting in Africa.</p>
<p>H and I laugh about that because we went to the same bar in Cambridge during those times, (Casa B’s) but he went downstairs with the poetry readings and hippies and I went upstairs to the preppy bar scene and dance floor. He had hair halfway down his back and I wore LL Bean bluchers and Vaccaro turtlenecks. Back then we NEVER would have hit it off. Fast forward a dozen years, and voila…chemistry! Who would have known?</p>
<p>Interesting, dke. I never had luck in a bar during those days.</p>
<p>One last, but perhaps most significant aspect: still married to the same woman after almost 28 years. </p>
<p>Were I hippie I guess I’d have moved on by now as commitment can be a drag and most “hippies” I knew were in it for themselves, not a mate. One in particular lived in a farmhouse with a girl who loved him and embraced his lifestyle. We had fun socializing with them during our university time. Eventually, she wanted more and he bolted after maybe 8 years of living together. I always remember his leadership and aspire to do opposite.</p>
<p>Ha! Dating myself, but: Saw Janis, went to the Fillmore, remember Allan Ginsberg chanting, boycotted grapes, struck classes, made peace sign jewelry… My husband had a Zapata mustache and hair down to his shoulders. But I wouldn’t have called myself a hippy. They dropped out. We got degrees. </p>
<p>Our daughter showed up last week wearing a new pair of jeans. My husband and I both called out at once: Bellbottoms!! She insisted they were just straight cut, but we know a pair of hip-hugging bellbottoms when we see them.</p>