Yet another bit gleaned from my longer post of 29 Jan. ‘The Time Has Come,’ The Walrus Said, ‘To Talk of Many Things: Of Murdered Birds, Of Turtles Green, and Hippies Sellin’ Rings.’
My mother was probably “The Original Hippy Chick.” When Haight-Asbury was in full bloom, she would not shut up about it until we went there. I knew a little of the Hippy Culture then, yet had no desire to experience it ‘up close an’ personal.’ Mom did. So one bright sunny Saturday morning we packed up the Rambler and headed to ‘Frisco and Haight-Ashbury. To say that trip opened my eyes would be an understatement bordering on felonious. I was shocked, awed, amazed, bothered, bewildered, enlightened, enchanted, enthralled, and all at the same time.
The whole day was a whorl of attacks on my senses and emotions. I remember clearly all the people with their long hair, colorful clothing, love beads, head bands, peace signs, guitars, laughter, and smoke coming from everywhere and not smelling at all like the smoke from the cigarettes my mother used to light up. But most of all, I remember the music. Music was ubiquitous and oh how I did love the music.
We walked up and down those streets for hours and I do believe my mother stopped and purchased some trinket from every single hippy-trinket-seller she visited, which, by my estimation, would have been all of two hundred of them.
Not really being a trinkets-man myself, I purchased a pair of small green turtles that I wanted to rescue from a hippy life I was certain they were not well suited for. I actually remember telling the turtles during the ride home not to worry; that they were safe now, and also apologizing to them if I had left any of their family members behind due to the fact that my meager allowance did not afford me the luxury of benevolence to purchase freedom for the whole lot of them–Even though I did beg mom for an advance to do just that.
The turtles ended up having a fine long Turtle – Life and were probably the only two green turtles to ever migrate from California to Texas. Texas suited them, and me, better.
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Texas suicide supposed to suit me better….
That is a joking
Do Not call them Commerce PD!
I have been in love….
With Janis Joplin
I survived the loss of my mother
But it was a simple struggling struggling struggle.
I lived in California two separate times: Most of the Sixties and the second half of the Eighties, while I was in the Navy. Stationed at 32nd Street (Two different ships) Also in Coronado during my two failed attempts at BUD/s (SEAL) training. Lived in La Mesa with my girl friend and her parents when I wasn’t at sea. I have a love-hate with California. Great state, but…I am all Tex.
Thanks much for commenting. Loved the photo of the ‘Lint Catcher’…Gonna have to dive deeper into your Blog pages. Good stuff.
I made it to the Haight in the summer of 1973, after graduating from high school. I didn’t fall for the Peace & Love scene, but I did fall for California, particularly Southern California. Twenty years later I was living in San Diego, and now I’ve been here twenty years. My home state of Texas is now well in my past.