Turtle Blues

I Got Dem Ol’ Time Turtle Blues Again Mama! (Sorry Janis)


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.’

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“I know this goddamn life too well”


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. Much better.


As Always, Thank you for visiting and reading. All comments are welcomed.

Happy Thursday My Friends.

11 thoughts on “Turtle Blues

  1. Wordifull Melanie,

    Thank you very much for visiting this old post. Personally it is one of my (vanity alert!) favorites, along with the original, very long version.
    Your visit and your comment means a lot to me.
    And, actually given me some inspiration to rework and repost this one.

    Thanks again.

  2. I have always adored Janis…such raw emotion and power. I never got to experience the scene you described as it was before my time but i can almost feel the energy just by reading your words 😀

  3. Teela, I just knew you would pick up that line:
    “Ain’t no one gonna talk me down.”
    This is such a great fuckin’ song! It says all to me: Janis!
    Thanks for reading, listening and commenting.

  4. I loved this story the first time I read it and I have to say that I still do.
    Thank you for throwin’ it back.
    One more thing. I heart Janis (and the turtles too) and “ain’t no one gonna talk me down” about that. 😉

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