<p>I was a college soph in '67 and was an engineering major, ie not a hippie though I did attend a single SDS meeting out of curiosity. Alcohol-si but no drugs. Long hair-no but did cut my own. Hey at $7 a week spending money a barber was not in the budget.</p>
<p>Remember those plastic daisies that you’d stick on the the bathtub floor? Well, not long after I got my driver’s license and could borrow my mother’s car, my parents were aghast to discover that my newfound wannabe hippie status included sticking those giant daisies, (and large peace sign decals), all along the side of the car. I thought it was brilliant. They did not since they simply wouldn’t come off. Their driving around in a car looking like the garden of Eden was I suppose less traumatic than my threats to join the Communist party or my attempt to grow a marijuana plant in my closet.</p>
<p>Never a hippo.</p>
<p>Didn’t have a stash or a van…</p>
<p>[we had a micro bus-](<a href=“Volkswagen Type 2 - Wikipedia”>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volkswagen_Type_2</a>)but no stickers ( I put them on my bike)</p>
<p>Originaloog I still cut my own hair & so does my younger D, in fact she has cut her own hair since she was 5! :eek:</p>
<p>Someone mentioned a suede fringed vest. Still have it, worn by kids on various dress up occasions. Our daughter once went on an overnight field trip where they were supposed to wear something resembling 19th century dress. All the girls were freezing and so I supplied the whole class with woolen shawls and ponchos. I still have a shelf load of them.</p>
<p>The last time I heard the word hippie flung at me was when my S (also known in our family as The Ivy League Prince) accused us of having sent him to a hippie elementary school. Didn’t seem to do him any harm.</p>
<p>I was hitchhiking through the Great Midwest with my sister and a friend back in the late 60’s/early 70’s and I overheard a Dad at a truck stop say to his kid, “Son, I want you to look over there. THOSE are hippies.”</p>
<p>At Antioch tour busses would pull up in front of the student union and people would stare at us from their air conditioned seats.</p>
<p>“we had a micro bus- but no stickers ( I put them on my bike)”</p>
<p>I miss mine, sniff, sniff. Last one died in 1991. It was yellow and white, with blue small-flower print curtains. Loved it like a member of the family.</p>
<p>We spent our honeymoon in a VW minibus. Drove it up the CA coast and ended up in wine country. It belonged to a friend who needed it moved from LA to SF.</p>
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<p>(From way back in Post 52)</p>
<p>No, no – I didn’t say I liked any of it; I just said it happened around me. The outhouse was the worst – we’d go up there for two or three days and, try though I might, I just couldn’t – uh – get comfortable with the concept. I’d wind up – uh – a little backed up. That was what made me kinda realize the whole scene wasn’t for me.</p>
<p>I wouldn’t say I was a hippie, but I was in college from '70-74 and went to the U. of Michigan in Ann Arbor (Kent State–which really horrified me–shut down the university my freshman year). I never felt like I was that different from my peers. Nearly everyone I knew protested against the the War, marched on Washington, wore bell bottoms with peace symbols and listened to Country Joe and the Fish (anyone remember them?). I smoked a little–never did any hard drugs–and wore peasant blouses that my daughters now think are a new style. The folks I’d label as hippies were the ones who were stoned 24/7, never went to class, and dropped out to live in communes in Vermont and never graduated.</p>
<p>Saw Hendrix twice & the Doors - almost gave up concerts after that. Thought I might be a jinx. I also remember going through Livermore, parking on the side of the highway, and walking to the Altamont Speedway. Good time, but didn’t stay until the end —had to return to Mare Island — so I quess I don’t qualify. Hair – standard issue buzz cut.</p>
<p>actually ek4, my wife cuts my hair now and does a great job. The first time she did that was right before our wedding!!!</p>
<p>I was a child of the 60’s - Fillmore Auditorium, Avalon Ballroom, Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother, Lovin’ Spoonful, Paul Butterfield Blues Band, etc. Never cared for the Grateful Dead, was actually a Dylan fan. Snuck into the hot pools at Tassajara at midnight, owned three VW buses over the years, went to Altamont (not fun.) I lived in Berkeley from '67 on, and got real used to tear gas every spring. Hitchhiked up and down the west coast for years. I had longish hair, wore boots, army jacket, etc - even dropped out of college at one point to play bass in a (terrible) rock band which had actual hippies in it - but, no. Never considered myself a hippie. I knew real hippies - and I just wasn’t there.</p>
<p>And the only person I knew who really ran with the “back to the land” thing was a recent Harvard graduate who bought 160 acres in the Okanagan valley in British Columbia and tried to grow stuff. The only thing that made it were radishes. Lots and lots of radishes. He’s working for the government in DC now.</p>
<p>kluge: Well that about says it all – from radishes to government. Like Jerry Rubin.</p>
<p>My sense of being a hippie is very different. I wasn’t the “back to the land type” though I knew many. Other things involved. I was an activist and that often mitigated against being a hippie, but not always.</p>
<p>Moving to different parts of the USA, it has been interesting to see how the ‘hippie’ lifestyle had different modalities depending on whether city, country, east or west. In coastal California, far more nature/creativity/music playing/hanging out. In Arizona, spiritual and back to the land appropriate technology and art centered lifestyles. In the Midwest, political activism and far more intellectual. There are many blends of all of the above, but I find the geographic differences interesting, if a little disorienting when moving from one to another.</p>
<p>great lakes mom: I’m going to put that wandering girl in one of my novels unless you write about her first or ask me not too. She’s really fascinating and her perspective and insights invaluable.</p>
<p>listened to Country Joe and the Fish (anyone remember them?</p>
<p>When I was in 7th grade- I was very shy and I was placed in a photography class with 9th graders. I was the only 7th grade girl in the class, I was terrified, but the 9th graders at my table couldn’t stop talking about Country Joe and the Fish.</p>
<p>Never really listened to them though. I was probably still listening to the MOnkees- Oh I know- I was onto Sly by then,</p>
<p>One of the disappointments in life was to see many of the Aquarius Generation become Martians. DS is developing into a fine Aquarius, there is still hope.</p>
<p>I LOVE Country Joe and the Fish!!</p>
<p>True, great lakes mom, that there are/were many species of hippies. Though I thought I <em>should</em> be a back-to-the-land type and even tried it out, with other family members, on a little farm in WV, I was really more of a contemplate-your-navel type. Still am.</p>
<p>Bethie-I bet we were both members of the same food co-op back in the day, the city approach to food procurement. The food co-op movement was one of the unifying features of the hippie movement, bonding farmers, consumers, business people and creating community. My social life was centered on that food co-op for a time! </p>
<p>I wanted to be a back to the lander, and still do in many ways. Lived in a rural community for a few years surrounded by people building houses and trying to make a living from agriculture. I loved that community, and still do. Very creative and interesting people. But was incompatible with my essential poverty, so went to nursing school, and then life took me in other directions.</p>