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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Original Post - Sep 24, 2012 - 10:57am PT
"People talk abut the sixties as if it was a whole decade of revolution when in truth the early part of the sixties was just as hidebound as the fifties. It wasn't until later, 1968, when Anna was seventeen, that it really exploded.

That year, like the rest of the country, Anna had watched the Democratic convention take the revolution to the whole nation, showing them all as clearly as a movie who the villains really were. Then the shouting began, and the momentum was not to be stopped; the noise became an action that swept everyone along. No one could resist it, at least no one under forty. They said thirty, but it was bigger than that. Forty. No one under forty.

Change was flourishing. The ugliest part was over. The whole country was loving it. TV, movies, young, old, everyone was kicking up his heels at the new freedom. And, in the full bloom of the seventies, they thought they had all the time in the world."

If Wishes Were Horses is by Francine Pascal, known to millions of girls as the author of the Sweet Valley High series. It's where this quote came from.

I gave it four stars in my Duncan Hines rating system, four being tops, for being Right On.

Lots and lots of sixites raps out there in the Taco.

"You are what you eat, dude. You gonna eat the rest of that?"--cafeteria-scarfing , bandit-camping, dirt-bagging layabout

"Kermit Beckey, a former Los Angeles police officer, bought the first Taco Bell franchise from Glen Bell in 1964, and located it in Torrance....In 1978, PepsiCo purchased Taco Bell from Glen Bell."--Wikipedia, "Taco Bell"

If some of you boomers don't haven't got gut-busters and mind-blowers to relate, it would bum me out, so please do your thing and post up.

Climbing-related is groovy.

Credit: Steve Roper image

A huge but mellow bump for Steve Grossman as the keeper of the flame of history on the Taco.


Edit: I must confess to having posted this topic in response to Francine Pascal's book, which title comes from a Mother Goose rhyme. Thus:

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride,
If turnips were watches,
I'd wear one by my side.
And if "ifs" and "ands"
Were pots and pans,
There'd be no work for tinkers.

I'll be leaving for Facelift soon. Before I split, I'd like to say that these responses are Primo and I never expected so much feedback. I urge all who visit this topic, please share if you were there; even if you weren't there, you likely were still somehow affected, if you think on it.

"You are not what you were, but you are what you think." So digest that mantra and meditate about a possible response of some kind. It's your station, after all. Thank you for tuning in to ST/C-4, the Taco History Channel.

See you to da Upper Pinesninsula, eh?
JEleazarian

Trad climber
Fresno CA
Sep 24, 2012 - 12:10pm PT
Bump for Mouse.

I was camping in White Wolf during the 1968 Democratic Convention. One of the women I was camping with insisted on listening to the convention so she would hear McCarthy's name placed into nomination. Only then did we find out what was going on outside in Chicago.

Actually, that was quite an eventful August. It snowed in White Wolf, The Warsaw Pact invaded Czechoslovakia, the Chicago Seven "entertained" Chicago, and I got to see a team top out after doing the Regular Route on the Northwest Face of Half Dome (I was a baby climber then) all in that same two-week period.

John
donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Sep 24, 2012 - 12:14pm PT
The 60's, the 60's....hmmm, can't seem to remember- damn, that means I must have been there.
Norwegian

Trad climber
Placerville, California
Sep 24, 2012 - 12:24pm PT
ok.

1968 the dead put out some of their best shows,
pigpen was only wee deep in the disease,

hunter was healthy and electric,
lsd was legal,

i love the eleven recorded sometime during the llth month.

casidy was juggling sledge hammers at the tests,
kesey had proper report with the skewed conscious plane.

bill graham was alive and torturing jerry,

janice owned all women's voice,
i was dead, before i was borne.

sex was hip.

i was still shy of life by a few years,
though i prematurely joined the dance
and co-authored with jerry
st. stephen,
though hunter takes credit for the lyrics,
he was merely me for an afternoon spell
upon a picnic table in the park,

i was honored to stand in shoes.

the wrest were the seventies,
of which i know little.
Norton

Social climber
the Wastelands
Sep 24, 2012 - 12:28pm PT
I was born in 1950 so was a teenager all through the 1960s.

For almost of us of that generation it was a coming of age: leaving high school, having friends come home from Vietnam in body bags, protesting that war with chants and marches, experimenting with LSD and marijuana, growing our hair out long and cutting college class to spend the time in bed with our girlfriends, fully endorsing and living the "free love" mantra of the time.

We boys sat in front of our TVs as 365 slips of paper were randomly pulled out of a rotating thing to find out what draft number we were assigned.

They were drafting "18-6" then, eighteen and a half years old and if you did not have a Student Deferment, you were soon going to be forced to join the army or flee to Canada.

It was the both the best and worst of times.............
Walleye

climber
The Hot Kiss on the end of a Wet Fist
Sep 24, 2012 - 12:33pm PT
LSD was legal until 1966,
JEleazarian

Trad climber
Fresno CA
Sep 24, 2012 - 01:02pm PT
Norton,

You must remember the first draft lottery in late 1969. I ended up with No. 283; my roommate ended up with No. 6! He had his 2-S, though, so he never got drafted. I, on the other hand, was 1A and 18 1/2. Fortunately, my draft number saved me, and within a couple of months, I was 4H and off the draft radar.

Also, the Curry Company decided to get in the climbing act in a big way in the late '60's. They hired Wayne Merry, Loyd Price and Gary Colliver, among others, leading to the following limerick by Galen Rowell:

"'Why should climbing be free,'
Thought the infamous YP&C.
Now Merry and Price
ply the world's oldest vice
and share the concessionaire's fee."

John
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Sep 24, 2012 - 01:12pm PT
Go thou and climb a rock for that!!!

Nice limerick, though I think it's cruel.

Wayne, he called you a Curry ho.

Popcorn, anyone?

Edit: I am not serious, of course. It's not you who called anyone a whore. It was our climbing photography pioneer, St. Galen. RIP.

We likely all know of Glen Denny's eloquent graphic depiction of thie era in Yosemite in the Sixties. If you don't, you need to get hip to it, baby.

Here's a blast from the past that I got off on concerning a particular photo from Glen's outasight book.

http://themountainworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/help-me-think-im-falling.html
That link isn't flying. I found it by clicking this photo on Google Images and seeking book called Yosemite in the Sixties. It's a story about Bill Covington and Joni.
Credit: Glen Denny

Gail Ritchie, Tom Gerughty's GF, who worked in the Mountain Shop, was a very hip chick who listened strictly to Neil Young while she was on duty. We got an earful of Cinnamon Girl, especially.

Fossil Climber tells me she is a very good ceramiscist in her present existence.

Howdy, Gail!





zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Sep 24, 2012 - 01:43pm PT
Where were you in '62? (not from the top of my head, I picked up most of this info at the local head .. er .. surf shop

The First Wal-Mart discount store was opened by by Sam Walton in Bentonville Arkansas

Oral Polio Vaccine was developed by Albert Sabin and given to millions of children to combat Polio

How Much things cost in 1962

Yearly Inflation Rate USA 1.20%
Yearly Inflation Rate UK 3.6%
Year End Close Dow Jones Industrial Average 652
Average Cost of new house $12,500.00
Average Income per year $5,556.00
Average monthly rent $110.00 per month
Tuition to Harvard University $1,520.00
All Wheel Drive Scout off road $2,150.00
Renault Imported car $1,395.00
Average Cost of a new car $3,125.00
Eggs per dozen 32 cents
Gas per Gallon 28 cents
Factory Workers Average Take Home Pay with 3 dependents $94.87
Norwegian

Trad climber
Placerville, California
Sep 24, 2012 - 01:45pm PT
st galen...

i like it alot.

st galen.

patron saint of
enthalpic documentation.
paul roehl

Boulder climber
california
Sep 24, 2012 - 01:55pm PT
In 69 I worked the summer at the Ahwahnee as a houseman, watched the moon landing on a barely working B&W tv in camp 6. I believe that year I also watched the Glacier Point Hotel burn down (was that in 1969?). It had been an incredibly wet winter and the Valley was lush like I'd never seen it. Went climbing for the first time that summer and was absolutely hooked... the sixties, the great bulge of baby boomers coming of age, the war, assassinations, political strife, social unrest, the mountains and climbing became my refuge from what seemed at the time an insane world.

No doubt:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way"
Timid TopRope

Social climber
'used to be Paradise, CA
Sep 24, 2012 - 02:10pm PT
I'm gonna gamble that mouse can tell us a story about these guys.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Sep 24, 2012 - 04:22pm PT

Who, me? It's a sure bet, you'd better, you'd better, you bet.

http://mercedmusic.wordpress.com/2012/04/22/the-brogues-2/

Here's a link to Michael Kennedy's (not THAT Kennedy) site on Merced's early music scene. Mike's hair is no longer past his shoulders, I see, and he hasn't lost any girth!

If you click this site, the plane you go to will give some dope on the Brogues, who are a very important band in terms of the development of pyschedelic music and the SF rock scene in particular. I suggest searching in the search box for Quicksilver Messenger Service.

The video on the searched page is a gem. It is part of the same set in which Janis sang her heart out at Monterey. The beauty at 1:20 is in the video of the Holding Company. It's around on the Taco channel.

The poster advertising the December, 1968, gig at the Fairgrounds here was memory-jolting for me. Rich DeLong, the promoter, was a classmate of mine; and my next-door neighbor, CO Williams, another classmate (1966 MHS), who ran the light show that night from the mezzanine, allowed me to help. The place reeked of weed in the bathrooms! Surprisingly, for Merced, no one was hassled!

One of the QSM, as they began a second set (Whoa!), said into the mike:
"We know shere you're at, Merced."
Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Sep 24, 2012 - 04:52pm PT
Talk about a lost decade! OK, at least the second part, for me. Spent it
staring at my naval, along with my fellow midshipmen. And to think I could
have been somebody and gone to Berkeley and made a difference.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Sep 24, 2012 - 05:07pm PT
I can't vouch for the importance of any of these events or that they even happened, but another guy down at the surf store claims they were important
and he had 'em arranged chronologically

1960
Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho Released
Brazil's Capital Moves to Brand New City
First Televised Presidential Debates
Lasers Invented
1961
Adolf Eichmann on Trial for Role in Holocaust
Bay of Pigs Invasion
Berlin Wall Built
Peace Corps Founded
Soviets Launch First Man in Space
1962
Andy Warhol Exhibits His Campbell's Soup Can
Cuban Missile Crisis
First Person Killed Trying to Cross the Berlin Wall
Marilyn Monroe Found Dead
Rachel Carson Publishes Silent Spring
1963
Betty Friedan Publishes The Feminine Mystique
JFK Assassinated
Martin Luther King Jr. Makes His "I Have a Dream" Speech
1964
Beatles Become Popular in U.S.
Cassius Clay (a.k.a. Muhammad Ali) Becomes World Heavyweight Champion
Civil Rights Act Passes in U.S.
Hasbro Launches GI Joe Action Figure
Nelson Mandela Sentenced to Life in Prison
Warren Report on JFK's Assassination Issued
1965
Japan's Bullet Train Opens
Los Angeles Riots
Malcolm X Assassinated
New York City Great Blackout
U.S. Sends Troops to Vietnam
1966
Black Panther Party Established
Mao Zedong Launches the Cultural Revolution
Mass Draft Protests in U.S.
Star Trek T.V. Series Airs
1967
Australian Prime Minister Disappears
Che Guevara Killed
First Heart Transplant
First Super Bowl
Six-Day War in the Middle East
Stalin's Daughter Defects
Three U.S. Astronauts Killed During Simulated Launch
1968
Martin Luther King Jr. Assassinated
My Lai Massacre
Prague Spring
Robert F. Kennedy Assassinated
Tet Offensive
1969
ARPANET, the Precursor of the Internet, Created
Charles Manson and "Family" Arrested
Neil Armstrong Becomes the First Man on the Moon
Rock-and-Roll Concert at Woodstock
Senator Edward Kennedy Leaves the Scene of an Accident
Sesame Street First Airs
Yasser Arafat Becomes Leader of the PLO
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Sep 24, 2012 - 05:11pm PT
Hodads entered.
Beatniks morphed into hippies.
Peaceniks grew longer beards and started wearing granny glasses.
Paisley, paisley, paisley.
The "Brim" was scoffed at in NYC's Easter Parade in 1961.
Your surf shop guy sure has a good memory.
How much weed does the guy smoke and does he recall the advent of reggae?
http://www.trojanrecords.com/genres/reggae
jogill

climber
Colorado
Sep 24, 2012 - 05:28pm PT
A strange era. I had served in the USAF and was in the inactive reserves in the mid 1960s when I got a letter asking me to go into the active reserves, so I resigned my commission instead (I was a captain), rather than get sucked into the Vietnam quagmire. Watching Huntley-Brinkley on the evening news routinely providing the death tolls was a grim part of daily life.

I recall most vividly watching the moon landing in 1969 in a trailor I was living in on the outskirts of Fort Collins, going outside to a beautiful clear night and looking up at a full moon, then at the TV through the open door, imagining I was up there.

Gas cost about $.29 at a nearby Gasomat.

Earlier, I was in class at the U. of Alabama when JFK was shot. I followed developments closely and watched live TV as Ruby shot and killed Oswald.

Govenor Wallace made a stand at the University to deny entrance to a black student and somewhere in the distance the ROTC unit fired a cannon for some reason or other. Upon hearing it, a classmate said "I hope they hit the SOB this time!"

couchmaster

climber
pdx
Sep 24, 2012 - 06:33pm PT
"Don't trust anyone over 30" has evolved to "don't trust anyone under 60".....
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Sep 24, 2012 - 06:49pm PT
Goldie, 2012
Goldie, 2012
Credit: ontheredcarpet.com

Hawn, hawn, hawn!!!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Sep 24, 2012 - 08:48pm PT
A Really Nice Thing.
I am on my way tomorrow aft. to the Facelift.
Lililabiene will be driving in from SFO and snagging me. I promised her that I would act as her unofficial guide.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Frampton

"I wonder if I'm dreaming, I feel so unashamed, I can't believe this is happening to me..."-PF
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Sep 24, 2012 - 08:56pm PT
Big thing about the sixties - getting your medicare card.

Holding off on Social Security till the 70's - don't want to appear to be a moocher.

I was hoping to make it up the facelift, but you know Chele, I don't leave home without her and she isn't going.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Sep 24, 2012 - 09:12pm PT
Aw, gzBrown, I wasn't certain if you guys'd be there, but buck up and hold down the walls of the SuperFortress, ok?
Somebody's gotta do it.
I'll be gone.
Clark BENT.
Clark BENT.
Bump-a-dump for stand-ins!
You da man, Bruce!  For real!
You da man, Bruce! For real!
Once again we owe da Bruce!
And da Stevie.

Well, Ginger's on form in that one, I must say.
I can tell you this, I feel like I'm surrounded and I ain't got a chance.
I may be fixin' to die. The red men are heading my way. Cinnamon Girl's leadin' the charge. And Ginger's beatin' his tom. Oh, f*#k, it's Jimmy Carl Black and he's leading the Cincinatti Reds in a wild charge! They're the old school Reds, the ones that lost the series in '61 and again in '70.
1961 World Series, won by the Yankees.
1961 World Series, won by the Yankees.



Gary

Social climber
Monza by the streetlight
Sep 24, 2012 - 09:29pm PT
Ron Anderson

Trad climber
USA Moundhouse Nev. and land o da SLEDS!
Sep 24, 2012 - 09:36pm PT
Credit: Ron Anderson
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Sep 24, 2012 - 10:45pm PT
The Yosemite Lodge cafeteria had coffee urns and cups, there were hand dryers installed to take the place of towels, and there was no Four Seasons Restaurant; but there were a coffee shop and a Circus Room Restaurant and Circus Room bar. No longer.

There was a great rainy-day hang in the Lodge lounge. No longer there.

There was a Standard gas station at Camp4 where they sold white gas. No longer there.

There's no more Four Seasons, either.

The "new improved" road to TM was finished at a cost of $7 million inside the park in 1961. The Lee Vining grade was re-constructed from '65-70 at a cost of $6,600,000.
TMJesse

Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
Sep 24, 2012 - 10:48pm PT
Checking out the neighborhood, ca. 1969
Checking out the neighborhood, ca. 1969
Credit: TMJesse

Back then, the campground was free and virtually always open (at least A and B loop in early season). If your car could make it in to a site, it was free for claiming despite no water, toilets, etc. Once in early season we parked on the road and hiked our stuff to a dry site free of snow. Bears scratched the car windows trying to look in. The slab at the store still had 5 foot drifts.
jopay

climber
so.il
Sep 25, 2012 - 04:39am PT
I think for many as oft has been said was the assassination of JFK, the end of the innocence, prior to that was fast cars and some great feel good music. After bumping into the walls of a couple community colleges I worked the summer of 66 at Caterpillar Tractor waiting for the inevitable letter saying your friends and neighbors have chosen you to serve their country, and I did get said letter, and for me there was never any question, growing up in a small Southern Illinois town I never considered anything but serving, in fact a friend joined the Marines on a two year program , but they only had so many of those a month. I ended up joining the US Army for three years, spent 27 months in Germany which could be a book. The friend was badly wounded in Vietnam but survived. Those were the days my friend.
can't say

Social climber
Pasadena CA
Sep 25, 2012 - 05:25am PT
hippy art from one of the free throw away rags of the time
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 8, 2012 - 03:55pm PT
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throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Nov 8, 2012 - 04:32pm PT
Lets see...being a 18 yr old kid from Merced in 1968, Yosemite was my San Francisco and Stonemans bridge was my Haight Street. Became a full hippie by smoking my first joint under said bridge. Met two freaks in a van named Thor and Raoul, scored a handful of Purple Double Domes and tripped with my buddies for the first time among the cascades above Happy Isles. And it was a Full Dose. Just like the movies. I recall the rocks were spongy and looked like persian rugs.

Lots of other groovy stuff happened over the summer(s). Missed the Stoneman Meadows riot...ironically, I was in SF that weekend.

Got busted by ranger Bob Cahill for pot, locked up in the Yosemite jail, sent to Mariposa for grilling, then two nights in Merced juvi. Bummer. But I did get a job as a Merced city garbage man from my probation officer, so all was cool. Great job.

Not too long after that, I ran into de Flames, was taught to tie a figure eight, and the rest is history.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 8, 2012 - 04:58pm PT
I hope your garbageman 'roids are history, too.

I had my dock on the bay out on TI, looking at the old strumpet and her gaudy bridges. And then I could turn around and see my future over in the East Bay, the old maid, no there to be had there.
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And wishing I was up in the mountains, finding some honorable work. And climbing. Even trees would have been good.
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Or I had the choice of Big Sur, Henry Miller country, and the love children following my stay with the swabbies.
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I took the humble post of frying burgers and then hired on with Ma Curry at the Lodge. And acid was best done in the Lower Falls Amphitheater at night. The vibes are majestic.
Try this at home, but only if ya want to.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 8, 2012 - 04:59pm PT
These guys were looking for




this which some dudes left in the lake during a training run somewhere between 1900 and 1960 (therefore not OT)

Ron Anderson

Trad climber
USA Moundhouse Nev. and land o da SLEDS!
Nov 8, 2012 - 05:00pm PT
some cool stuff here continue on..
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 8, 2012 - 05:03pm PT
New York City had a good year in 1964.
Are my eyes red?  Yep.  Are yours?  Are yours?  Are yours & yours & yo...
Are my eyes red? Yep. Are yours? Are yours? Are yours & yours & yours?
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wee some good influences to be found in Yosemite, we learned.  He look...
wee some good influences to be found in Yosemite, we learned. He looks trustworthy, brave, loyal, courteous, thrifty, reverent, clean, and hard as a kitty kat.
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Ohh, climbing content! <br/>
We had the stale Boy Doubts joke, Knock-knock...
Ohh, climbing content!
We had the stale Boy Doubts joke, Knock-knock, who's there? The Viper. The Viper who? The Viper. I've come to vipe da vindows.
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You can have the professions, aid climbing, and bolts.  This is the co...
You can have the professions, aid climbing, and bolts. This is the commute I wanted, really.
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World's Fair.  July'64 NG.
World's Fair. July'64 NG.
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 8, 2012 - 05:20pm PT
The Alaska Earthquake, Anchorage, March 27, 1964.
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Tanks lighting off at Valdez, '64 quake.
Tanks lighting off at Valdez, '64 quake.
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Snowstorm following the quake, Anchorage.
Snowstorm following the quake, Anchorage.
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Yikes!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 8, 2012 - 05:25pm PT
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P 148, P 149.
P 148, P 149.
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P 149.
P 149.
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mouse from merced

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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 8, 2012 - 06:43pm PT
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I can't blame Marion.  He's a saint.  He's got protection from the gal...
I can't blame Marion. He's a saint. He's got protection from the gal upstairs. Go fugure.
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 9, 2012 - 10:53am PT
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Rainbow Bridge, covered up in the sixties. Fitzroy, revealed to the world by the Fun Hogs Expedition, could apparently fit inside the bridge's arch.
They tried to get us to believe the US capitol could, too.
Not enough GOOD acid. Too much BAD acid.
JEleazarian

Trad climber
Fresno CA
Nov 9, 2012 - 11:09am PT
A couple of '60's events with a (sometimes attenuated) tie-in to Yosemite. In August of 1962, President Kennedy spent the night in the Ahwahnee. His motorcade went over the Stoneman bridge and then across the east side of Ahwahnee Meadow on the road that no longer exists. I remember waiting there, listening to his helicopter land, and seeing him drive past us in the "Bubble-Top" limousine.

The day of the moon landing, I was climbing on the Apron in the morning, and quit early so we could get back to Fresno to watch the landing. Unfortunately, my water pump went out about a half-mile before Chinquapin. I made it to the late, great, station there, was towed back to the garage in the Valley, got a new water pump installed ($20.00 total, parts and labor, and on a Sunday, no less!), and was back home in time to hear and see Armstrong take his famous steps.

Good times, for sure.

John
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 9, 2012 - 12:02pm PT
John, very good memory, for such a old fart. The sweet sixties are as much a myth as any decade. It's our turn to face the music, the questions of "How could yu idiots have imagined that..." etc. from the youngsters who seem to be able to spell without all the letters. It's an amazing world we used to inhabit, all heavy, clunky steel and iron cars and pitons, and now it's all lycra and walkmen and Fires...
--Trent Setter

:O)

Warning, climbing content ahead!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 9, 2012 - 12:20pm PT
Cover shot, Climbing Magazine, J/F, 1973.  The seventies, godblessem, ...
Cover shot, Climbing Magazine, J/F, 1973. The seventies, godblessem, were the fruit of the sixties, godblessem, the fruit of the fifties, godblessem, the fruit of WWII, god save us all.
I learned enough in the sixties to know I wanted little to do with great big mountains way down south and lots of snow. I was a rock specialist, a granite dog.
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Dreams of recapturing my thumb were frequent.
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The Tioga Pass road from the east and a bit higher elevation.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 9, 2012 - 01:05pm PT
As I recall, Volkswagens did not have water pumps in the 60's. The worst thing to replace was a generator. Ouch.








mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 16, 2013 - 08:06pm PT
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Ho!
Ho!
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Man!
Man!
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You got your troubles, I got mine.  I just wanna dance & climb.
You got your troubles, I got mine. I just wanna dance & climb.
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zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 16, 2013 - 08:29pm PT
hadn't seen this one in a while. too busy wondering what I've been listening to I guess

i'm well into my sixties as I write

still have my draft card

i think the progression was 2-S, 1-Y, 4-F

make a list of where you lived in each year of the decade

write down the highlights of your experiences, year-by-year (include a copy of your driver's license photo and the MC you were riding)

be thankful that you weren't huffing glue and didn't get your teeth stuck together to the point that they had to be hammered apart

A few gray Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose


Credit: zBrown


donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Apr 16, 2013 - 09:14pm PT
They were okay....i was mostly in my twenties, got laid a lot and did some climbing.
MisterE

Social climber
Apr 16, 2013 - 09:33pm PT
Yosemite summers

North Cascades Lookout towers

Alternative living

Home-schooling

Vegetarianism

Edgar Allen Poe

Robert Louis Stevenson

Fishing with Dad (Mike Borghoff)

Living in communes

Free School

Cars that start 75% of the time

Long bus-rides to proper schools

Gathering mushrooms in Van Zandt, icluding cubensis, cyanescens

Lighting the pot-bellied stove every morning, and peeking through the eisenglass to check the fire.

Hand-pumping water (keep the primer handy)

Proud of my wood-stack

Credit: MisterE

The Lord of the Rings

Tending, chickens, horses, cows

Oil lanterns for light



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 16, 2013 - 09:58pm PT
ATW#TER: WATCHING B-52’S COMING IN TO CASTLE

Twenty five years ago
I flew out of here with a crewcut and watched
the Merced River flow
into the Sierra Nevada.

Today I’m walking between the landing lights
at the end of the runway
out Fox Ave. to the corner of Belleview.

On the ditch bank I find a discarded clawfoot
bathtub, turn it up, get in and watch
a gray squirrel pack his cheeks with seed.

In the far distance a green CAT
is plowing a field of sandy loam
raising a tempest of dust where a B-52 is turning
lining up an approach.

It takes a long time for these frankensteins
to land. Nearer a stone frame tank-house windmill
hails me.

Smell of cow-shine is pungent, more vivifying than
the cities. Blackbird croaking on the fence
was eating bashed insects off the road.

I don’t lie bombers because they usually
manage to hit some guy who hate his job.
Who thinks the big bosses are a bunch of ass-holes.

Behind me the shredded carcass of a truck tire
has been discharged to the whippoorwill.
--C.W. Moulton
[with minor corrections]

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Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Apr 16, 2013 - 10:04pm PT
When I arrived in Seattle the Smith Tower was still the tallest building west of the Mississippi.
The Space Needle was up but it wasn't considered a building.
Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 16, 2013 - 10:08pm PT












Clint Cummins

Trad climber
SF Bay area, CA
Apr 16, 2013 - 10:20pm PT
Nice thread.
One edit: Rainbow Bridge (next to Glen Canyon) did not go underwater in Lake Powell. It's still there and is visited often.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_Bridge_National_Monument
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Apr 16, 2013 - 11:06pm PT
Great thread. Rich on 60's perspectives.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 16, 2013 - 11:16pm PT
with rabbits and pillars of the great society in camp 4 in the golden age of "be there" or be square
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Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 16, 2013 - 11:20pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 16, 2013 - 11:31pm PT
Nice pig! Berkeley's finest!
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 12:01am PT
With reference to the Berkeley Barb story about Huey Newton:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Garry
"The only clients of mine who go to San Quentin are the ones who lie to me."--Mr. Garry

Attorney for the People's Temple later on in the seventies, Garry's most definitely a character you should know about.


With reference to the golden age in cramp 4, in no order:
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Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 17, 2013 - 12:12am PT
“Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.”
― Richard Brautigan, A Confederate General From Big Sur

Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 17, 2013 - 12:28am PT

Jay DeFeo - The Rose 1958-1966
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 01:51am PT
Did we know how to tape up in the sixties? Hell no.

http://www.backcountry.com/Store/content/contentLanding.jsp?contentId=740007&INT_ID=IB12293&avad=29871_d421f9dd

We were hereos and the only tape we knew much about was on eight-tracks.
Hawkwind.
Hawkwind.
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These guys made it in the sixties like we Flames, just barely. On the cusp, as it were. The cutting edge of the Grating-est De-generation.
Hurry On Sundown (See What Tomorrow Brings)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCi4gUX4oJo

Look into your mind, sigh.

Hawkwind LP, 1969.
The Pretty Things guitarist Dick Taylor, who was looking for a new venture after leaving the band, was pulled into Hawkwind playing some gigs and producing this album. After several unsuccessful attempts to capture the band's sound in the studio, it was decided simply to record it live in the studio.--Wiki knows all
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 10:24am PT
Sanpaku, Doc.

What do do, Doc?

http://mercedmusic.wordpress.com/2011/01/08/sanpaku/

Ron Anderson

Trad climber
Soon to be Nipple suckling Liberal
Apr 17, 2013 - 10:30am PT
Credit: Ron Anderson


I will NEVER forget that summer day in 1969, setting by the campfire watching my Dad sweat bullets as we waited for the "EAGLE" to land...
donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Apr 17, 2013 - 10:42am PT
Great stuff....keep it coming!
Elcapinyoazz

Social climber
Joshua Tree
Apr 17, 2013 - 10:43am PT
I'm only 40, let me enjoy middle age first!
TMJesse

Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
Apr 17, 2013 - 11:11am PT
Credit: Gift from A. Crowley
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 08:03pm PT
The Sons of Champlin is an American rock band, formed in the late 1960s and hailing from the San Francisco-Bay area. They are fronted by vocalist/keyboardist/guitarist Bill Champlin, who was also a member of the rock band Chicago.--the John Dill Network, aka Wikipedia

And that is all I know except you can get to Chi on $170 on Amtrak, according to my brother Tim.

Chico is considerable chi-per.

Sunset's not even in the ballpark.



Tower of Power without the blacks, if ya ask me, PIE. It's good stuff, though, and I'd still pay to see and hear them. We only had that one night on University, so I can't judge. You sonofachamp, you don't either remember that night! It coulda been Huey Lewis and you wouldn't have cared. We got crack-happy that night. Buildering drunk's not so hot when you wake up with ugly brick gobles...

I'm BS-ing. I've never seen Steve drunk except that day we kind of backed off Fairview and watched that skinny old fart TM come down after doing Lucky Streaks.

Throwpie is a solid and he ought to come on with some Sons of Champlin story soon.

The POINT, here, is that Chico closely resembles Merced, so much so, it's just spookily eerie, but

I was born in Redding, raised in a Catholic home.
Well'm I was delivered in Redding, ended up in old Merced.
Came down on the S. P. cuz Amtrak wasn't born.
I went around eighth grade, Jesus sticking in my head.

California is technically a desert, but it's man's hand on the land that's made the old sand come alive like a band in demand after having been panned; but the real gold has yet to be discovered.



zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 17, 2013 - 08:12pm PT








zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 17, 2013 - 08:31pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 08:39pm PT
An oversight, Guido.

Three climbers in search of SOMETHING!

They just gotta get it first!

Guido, Batso, Mort Hempel being boys.
Guido, Batso, Mort Hempel being boys.
Credit: Glenn "Eyeball" Denny

And who wanted Joe K? Los rinches!

Misspent youth.
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They never let it go, Joe.

zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 17, 2013 - 08:42pm PT
Are you sure of the attribution on that photo. It looks strangely reminicent of this, which I think was staged. Frankie Avalon, Fabian and god knows who - their hair is perfect.

Credit: zBrown
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 08:43pm PT
Mea culpa!

"You had me at Dolt!"

Not my words, folks...

Hempel's a godly sort, anything's possible.
Captain...or Skully

climber
Apr 17, 2013 - 08:45pm PT
The Sixties are over. The Suits won. All else is speculation.
Get over it.
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 17, 2013 - 10:41pm PT
Hmmmm.... nice stuff here. Especially the climbing stuff.

Sixties... I was just a boy. Remember my dad working for Bell Labs. Everyone had a pocket protector and a flat top or buzz cut. The engineers (proto-nerds in those days) would have picnics and make tiny kites out of Peanuts comics. They all seemed to have a thing for Lucy. Probably some Asbergerian thing, who knows. Ends up my dad was writing code for moon missions, but they had it so compartmentalized, he had no idea about what it was for... or DID he???? Where's my tin foil hat, dammit! There's my moon connection. I remember watching the landing on a grainy black and white at my grandparent's house on Cape Cod. Grandpa taking pictures of the screen with a Yashica.

My dad worked at the Clark University computer center in Massachusetts not long after that. My mom had her consciousness raised and got her driver's license finally at 29. Then went on to become the oldest full time undergrad at Clark (at the time). Hanging around all them college types got me in the front of a peace March when I was about 7. Went to bed for the next five years worrying about getting drafted and dying in the war (the war was always there for a boy of my age, why wouldn't it not go on until I was 18?).

My dad, had a friend, Gary, who took LSD and decided to fly off the top of the library. It was five stories high. Good thing is what one of those modern architecture styles. Lot's of things jutting out and he landed on a roof just one floor down. Just made the connection that this is the Robert Goddard Library. Father of USA rocketry! Rocket man indeed!

Went to an alternative school, based on the teachings of Maslow (the making of the curriculum is the curriculum). Very free form and open. Made sand candles for fundraisers. Things looked like cows' udders to me. Great teacher, Sue and her husband Paul (later to become hippie farmers in Oneonta New York) and John Knowles, a theater guy (not the novelist). Big influences who instilled a love of learning that never left. When the school failed and they had to leave (more for political than financial reasons), I was so very sad that they were leaving. John took me out for lunch and got me a hamburger. That was great! Wonder what happened to him?

We then moved to a small town (1,500) in western Massachusetts. Old New England country town. The phone installer (remember you had to have a guy come out to do this?) also doubled as the police chief. When my mom was chatting him up and found this out, she then very casually moved the box that had my parents' hookah in it to a more discreet place. Zoinks!

My parent's college friends would come over and they'd put us to be in the huge Victorian they bought that needed a lot of work. I'd sit at the top of the stairs and listen them. My dad would try to play his saxophone. They'd make this chocolate sauce for ice cream and call it "shit sauce". Only later did I learn the other meaning of "shit". My brothers and I, being silly boys, just thought that was a hilarious name, not knowing the other meaning.

I'd find guys tripping in our giant back yard, just lying there, staring at the sky.

And that's the news from Lake Ghost of Doobage Past, friends!

Eric
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 11:41pm PT
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The suits never "Won" because they cheated, so it's a do-over. Yeah, the re-sixties. Pet re-rocks; pet resounds; pet peace, not war.

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Who are you channeling, man, like, Don Henley? :)

Credit: mouse from merced



Everybody's talking about Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism Ragism, Tagism, this-ism, that-ism Ism ism ism
All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance
Everybody's talkin' 'bout ministers, sinistersBanisters and canisters, bishops and fishopsRabbis and pop eyes, bye bye, bye byes
All we are saying, is give peace a chanceAll we are saying, is give peace a chance
Let me tell you nowEverybody's talking about, revolutionEvolution, masturbation, flagellationRegulation, integrations, meditationsUnited Nations, congratulations
All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance
Everybody's talking about, John and YokoTimmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy smothersBobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper, Derek TaylorNorman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna, Hare Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance







locker

Social climber
Some Rehab in Bolivia
Apr 17, 2013 - 11:43pm PT


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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 17, 2013 - 11:45pm PT
Rocker Locker?
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 17, 2013 - 11:59pm PT
Fukin priceless Locker!

Eric
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 12:05am PT
Where in hell's the H?  You forgot the H!  For the love o' God!  We're...
Where in hell's the H? You forgot the H! For the love o' God! We're gonna end up in a van down by the river ya keep this sh#t up!
Credit: mouse from merced
Capturing the spirit of the sixties today, Tenants Together held a chalk-in in front of the Tioga here.

I blame the University of California and outside agitation brought on by the Holy Light of California Higher Education that they can't spell well.

Credit: mouse from merced
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Fiat luxury condominiums instead of roach-infested cribs like Middle Earth?

Credit: mouse from merced
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 18, 2013 - 12:10am PT
JL... he was the man. Beautifully imperfect. Capable of evolving and he did. The original full time dad (see David Sheff's timeless interview with him and Yoko in Playboy shortly before he died). The guy was ahead of his time. Bonus: runs through a zillion Beatle's songs and give the story and/or short opinions of them.

Suits. You can kill them with kindness. Do it all the time. Usually works. Good for the suit, good for you, good for the planet!

Eric
rockermike

Trad climber
Berkeley
Apr 18, 2013 - 12:35am PT
Can't have the 1960s without the Hare Krishnas....


Credit: wiki


and George Harrison's My Sweet Lord
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 12:41am PT
If Newhart worked for the Border Patrol...like in Chula or SD?

Sir, can I ask you to pull in over here where we may more easily harrass you?

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I am smiling, sir.

No, no, I'm not going to shoot you, sir, if you'll just put the camera away and pull over here, sir, we'll have alternate transportation available shortly.

Yes sir, I know where Manzanar is located.

No sir, my name is not Ginsberg. Is your name Ginsberg, sir?

No sir, I don't know what a do-over is.

I've only played golf with whites, so I wouldn't know.

No sir, I said I wasn't going to shoot you.

He will.

R.Mike, goodly number of thanks to you and Ed and all for provided entertainment and vibes.








mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 01:00am PT
We all paid our sixties dues, it sounds like.

Do-overs, dues, duets.

Gotta love the schmaltzy hipness here.
Dusty Springfield and the boys.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iukP1FXYcY

Mick and Paul and George and Ringo and what's his face.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IX5gPQGRKbI

Samuel & David Ginsberg?/You Don't Know
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNR1pxBlRuE

Batso wouldn't have been fooled! He'd have drilled Catwoman on the spot, ALL NIGHT!

The duet is the second track, Rita and Johnny sing Chuck Berry.

Rita's an aerobics/Zumba/yoga instructor now. Actually, according to Wiki, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rita_Pavone

As for Johnny Hallyday, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Hallyday

Jan and Dean
Dean and Katie http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFSbfLf4r-M

Mimi and Joan
Montgomery and Damone http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkNHLpYyqaw

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 18, 2013 - 04:01am PT
Fletcher
This is not the interview you were looking for...
Yoko was loco about John.
Yoko was loco about John.
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John was nuts about Loko Yoko.
John was nuts about Loko Yoko.
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I think God knows what he's doing, don't you?
I think God knows what he's doing, don't you?
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but it's the only one I have.

Let's talk about the 1860s.--George Burns
MisterE

Social climber
Apr 18, 2013 - 04:37am PT
donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Apr 18, 2013 - 07:26am PT
The sixties were tumultuous, culture changing and ultimately, incredibly naive. Love was going to engulf the world and free us of hate, racisim and war. I guess everyone was skipping history class.
It was kind of fun while it lasted.
TMJesse

Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
Apr 18, 2013 - 08:02am PT
Summer of 1967 I had a broken ankle from a soapbox derby accident and couldn't go swimming every day with my friends in Fancher Creek east of Fresno. Instead, I hung out along the banks where the AM Radio blasted out that summer's greatest hits. This one sticks out as the anthem of that summer:




"The Golden Road (To Unlimited Devotion)"

See that girl, barefootin' along,
Whistlin' and singin', she's a carryin' on.
There's laughing in her eyes, dancing in her feet,
She's a neon-light diamond and she can live on the street.

Hey hey, hey, come right away
Come and join the party every day.

Well everybody's dancin' in a ring around the sun
Nobody's finished, we ain't even begun.
So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat.
Try on your wings and find our where it's at.

Hey hey, hey, come right away
Come and join the party every day.

Take a vacation, fall out for a while,
Summer's comin' in, and it's goin' outa style.
Well lite up smokin' buddy, have yourself a ball.
Cause your mother's down in Memphis, won't be back 'till the fall.

Hey hey, hey, come right away
Come and join the party every day.
Magic Ed

Trad climber
Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Apr 18, 2013 - 12:50pm PT
Late 60's! What a time to live in Boulder! One of the first people I met when I moved to Boulder in '67 was Jim Erickson who, upon learning that I'd climbed a couple of the Mexican volcanoes, promptly dragged me to Eldo for my first day of vertical rock climbing.

Kor, Dalke, Komito etc. had just retired so a small handful of us had that whole place to ourselves. We could go to Eldo on a Sunday and see more fishermen than climbers.

Gasoline was 29 cents a gallon, unless there was a gas war in which case it would drop to about 23 cents.

Summer of '68, during the Dem convention, I was stranded in Kingman, Arizona with a broken down VW van. Those were a tense few days in redneck Kingman.

I watched the moon landing back home in Mexico City on an old black and white tv with the sound off and "Anthem of the Sun" blasting on the record player.

Prolly the best book I've read about the 60's is Storming Heaven: LSD and the American Dream by Jay Stevens.
Gene

climber
Apr 18, 2013 - 01:05pm PT
The West Ridge - 1963
jogill

climber
Colorado
Apr 18, 2013 - 01:10pm PT
It was a time of extremes. The weekly death toll on NBC with Huntley & Brinkly, and stories of massacres and horrible reprisals (collecting human ears on necklaces, etc.) While young people were building communes away from society and striving for peaceful existences. [I think communes may come back in the not-distant future due to lack of retirment incomes among those who are early middle-age now]

My first wife and I enrolled our young daughter, Pam, in a school run by a sort of communal effort in Ft Collins, where freedom of expression was encouraged. It went well until one day a disturbed student, probably no more than 9 or 10, started throwing rocks against the building, breaking windows, and the teachers stood aside saying "let him express himself." We pulled Pam out at that point.

JEleazarian

Trad climber
Fresno CA
Apr 18, 2013 - 03:02pm PT
Garry's most definitely a character you should know about.

Charles Garry's brother lived in Fresno, and would occasionally stop by my law office to tell me stories about his famous brother. My favorite was how the Panthers chose him as their attorney. Time Magazine repeated the story, so it must be true. . .

Anyway, the Panthers were looking for a lawyer, and someone suggested Garry. When they interviewed him, they told him they wanted a lawyer as good as Perry Mason. Garry responded "I'm better than Perry Mason." Incredulous, they responded, "How can you be better than Perry Mason? He always wins!" To which Garry replied, "Yeah, but his clients are innocent."

John
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 19, 2013 - 12:01pm PT
We protest!

Your honor, I object!

Grounds, Mr. Garry?

On the grounds of insufficient knowledge of the sixties!

And the world shrugged and went about its business, no end in sight...

1962.
http://www.aynrand.org/site/PageServer?pagename=objectivism_intro

John Blues/A Short Fat Man, NOT!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22aKWGkHPGE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ss0I4pPHunU

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 19, 2013 - 08:41pm PT
Old Skinflint Left a Legacy Standing Tall in the Peppers
July 26, 1988|CHARLES HILLINGER | Times Staff Writer

All those times that I've driven past the Fancher Monument here on the road to Planada, Mariposa, & Etcetera, I've thought it was a monument to a son of a large landowner, not to the actual BARON HIMSELF.
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=Fancher&GSst=6&GRid=36345096&

It varies from 66' to 68' tall. It may be haunted. It has a reputation for being the largest single concrete "event" memorializing one man. The granite maybe is from the Raymond/Knowles Quarry in Madera County.

TUTTLE, Calif. — A 68-foot obelisk rising out of fields of tomatoes and bell peppers on a huge farm in this Central California hamlet is a mystery to hundreds of motorists who pass it every day.
The granite shaft stands on a massive concrete base containing 13 steps on each of four sides. Carved in the side of the obelisk are two decorative scrolls and the inscription: "George Hicks Fancher. Born New York State February 9, 1828. Died in California March 30, 1900."

Credit: GI
I remember sleeping next to it once hitching to Yosemite in '67.
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 19, 2013 - 11:15pm PT
Gotta get Locker involved here so calling out this one:

Dusty Springfield and the boys.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iukP1FXYcY

You get Tom Jones and Andy Williams a couple of times, but the kicker at the end is ROBERT GOULET who was actually dead and reanimated for that performance with Dusty.

And yes, Batso would have totally drilled Catwoman.

Eric
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 19, 2013 - 11:20pm PT
Here's a link to that "other" John & Yoko interview (from 1971 but not published until 1984):

http://www.beatlesinterviews.org/db1971.0905.beatles.html

George Burns in 1860's? He was still older then than we are now!

Eric
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 19, 2013 - 11:26pm PT
I don't know how she did it (and she'd probably get arrested for it today), but that voice blew me away when I was all of five years old:



Then there were those Jersey Boyz from around the same time:



Frankie Valli was a nice addition to the later seasons of The Sopranos.

And one more for the Trifecta:



I have done this much free associating since... oh probably yesterday!

Eric
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 20, 2013 - 12:16am PT
OK, now I'm really outa here.... Ray told me so!



Eric
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 20, 2013 - 03:57am PT
From The Velvet Underground

Doug and Sally inside
They cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Whip it on.


Rosie and Miss Rayon
They're busy waiting for her booster
Who just got back from Carolina
She said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her sailor
Who's big and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Lay it on him.


Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
Shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
Now don't you know you'll stain the carpet
And by the way have you got a dollar
On no man I haven't got the time-time
Too busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Oh she does just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
I said c-c-c-c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
Ah do it do it just su-su-su-suck
That's ju-ju-just excellente
Oh!


Now who is that knocking
Who's knocking at my chamber door
Now could it be the police
They come and take me for a ride-ride
Oh but I haven't got the time-time
Hey hey hey she's busy sucking on my ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Aw now do it just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh now just like
Oh just like
Ah just like
Ah just like
Oh just like
Oh just like.


Doug and Sally inside
Now move it along
Cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Do it do it do it do it do it do it
Who's licking off Pig Pen
I'm s-s-s-searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit is sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Just like
Oh just like
Do it do it do it
Just like
Just like
Just like.


Now Rosie and Miss Rayon
They busy waiting for her booster
She's just back from Carolina
She said she's bound to beat a sailor
I said she haven't got the time-time
You're busy sucking on my ding-dong
You busy sucking on my ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Said I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh do it now just like
Just like Sister Ray said.


I said now Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it bang between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
He shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll hit the carpet
Don't you know you'll mess the carpet.


Oh she hasn't got the time-time
Busy sucking on his ding-dong
She's busy sucking on his ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
Couldn't hit it sideways
Couldn't hit it sideways
And just like
And just like
And just like
S-Sister Ray said
Now do it to him.


Doug and Sally inside
They're busy cooking for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm busy searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Now just like
Now just like
I said ah-uh
Just like
Amph-ph-ph-ph-phetimine

Popular drug, speed. In all generations, not just the sixties.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 20, 2013 - 04:03am PT
From Canned Heat

This here's a song with a message
I want you to heed my warning

I wanna tell you all a story
About this chick I know
They call her "Amphetamine Annie"
She's always shovelling snow
I sat her down and told her
I told her crystal clear"
I don't mind you getting high
But there's one thing you should fear"

"Your mind might think its flying, baby
On those little pills
But you ought to know it's dying, 'cause
Speed kills"

But Annie kept on speeding
Her health was getting poor
She saw things in the window
She heard things at the door
Her mind was like a grinding mill
Her lips were cracked and sore
Her skin was turning yellow
I just couldn't take it no more

She thought her mind was flying
On those little pills
She didn't it was going down fast, 'cause
Speed kills

Well I sat her down and told her
I told her one more time
"The whole wide human race has taken
Far too much methedrine
"She said "I don't care what a Limey says
I've got to get it on
I'm not here to just see no man
Who come from across the pond

She wouldn't heed my warning
Lord, she wouldn't hear what I said
Now she's in the graveyard, and she's
Awfully dead

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 20, 2013 - 04:19am PT
R Crumb self-portrait.
R Crumb self-portrait.
Credit: R Crumb
R Crumb self-portrait.
R Crumb self-portrait.
Credit: R Crumb
R Crumb self-portrait.
R Crumb self-portrait.
Credit: R Crumb

I know what you're thinking, Locker!
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 20, 2013 - 05:51am PT
There IS a history lobe in the brain.

It is stimulated by drinking.

Alcoholics are partly prisoners of their past.

Stoners, too.

Drugs are drugs.

Are you happy?

So don't freak out, just be mellow.

Fletcher's a good example of mellow.

Locket, you freak me out, but you own rights to the phrase.
It Can't Happen Beer!
It Can't Happen Beer!
Credit: Jaybro, Thanks, Bro
http://www.supertopo.com/climbing/thread.php?topic_id=243813&tn=0
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 20, 2013 - 06:39am PT
"It was a time of extremes. The weekly death toll on NBC with Huntley & Brinkly, and stories of massacres and reprisals..."--Jogill

Yeah, but...

what time is not a time of extremes?

And furthermore...

what time is not immune to massacres and reprisals?

http://www.nbcnews.com/


FLASH!

Nose In an Hour on the Hour!
KNOS Taco Radio.
Five-five on your dial.
You Heard It Hear First!


BRINKLEY OUTLIVES HUNTLEY!

The much-laundered Age of Aquarius dawned with blood,
set into the fabric of our young lives with hot water,
rinsed in the myths of pop culture,
and set out on the line of our future past to dry into truth.

That old David outlived Chet is hardly breaking news.
But I loved the way he later shared his informed views.

"The one function that TV news performs very well
is that when there is no [now] news
we give it to you
with the same

(commercial break)
EMPHASIS
(commercial break)

as if there were."
--D.B.


KEEP SUPERTACO ROWDY, NOW

Mick Jagger used the word "now" frequently,
now, to emphasize as much as to fill in, now,
when he wrote lyrics, now,
as in The Rolling Stones Now!
You can't catch me.
What a Shame.
You're real down home, girl.
Like, y'know what I mean, now?
--Jelly Bean



We Used to Climb in Hobnail Boots --A Complaint as much as a Boast

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust

Down
I need a fix cos I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cos I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (Oo-oo oh yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (Oo-oo oh yeah)
I know no one can do me no harm (Oo-oo oh yeah)
Because happiness is a warm gun, mama (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun (Happiness bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Well, don't you know happiness is a warm gun, mama? (Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)




edit: "At the same time," I yet hope that a change is gonna come.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vrn-kfrIN5Q






Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 20, 2013 - 10:00am PT
1962 Port Huron Statement


1964 Free Speech Movement


1965 Vietnam Day protest at UCB


1966 Muhammad Ali refuses induction


1967 Spring Mobilization


1968 Democratic convention


1969 National Moratorium
Bruce Morris

Social climber
Belmont, California
Apr 20, 2013 - 10:22am PT
I do remember when the actress Natasha Kaplanova took me to the Fairmont Hotel to meet Alan Ginsberg, Peter Orlovky (?), Michael McClure, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and Timothy Leary, all of whom were speaking on a panel about how LSD was just great for you. Afterwards a band played and I think Jerry Garcia and Janice were among the crowd dancing on the floor. Think it was during the winter of 1965-66. The regular guests at the Fairmont were certainly amazed at the people who turned out for this event. Yes, LSD was still legal then. Those speakers were actually pretty persuasive then and a lot more lucid than they sounded later on.

There's some 60s memorabilia for you!
Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Apr 20, 2013 - 10:28am PT
"Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose." - an old heartthrob
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 20, 2013 - 11:26am PT
"I do remember when..."

No offense, guys and girls, but it never fails to send me when...

What was I sayin'?

Oh, yeah.

Like this: "Like, this is something I DO remember...most things are kinda sketchy, like, y' know--it comes with age, forty's a bitch, ain't it? But this one, I talk about it all the time, so it's good beta...So we had a case of Coors and Wern and Dill were sittin' there all frownin'...Yeah?Well they're all from the sixties, man, Werner, Dill and Coors, so STFU...OT this, *&^%+)(! marmots!"

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 20, 2013 - 11:39am PT
Credit: Jim Shirley
I'm goin' to Farmers' Market.

Decide where this (these peaks are) peak is.

I have no clue but possibly CO.

Discuss among yourself.

Arbiter of prize is zBrown, a man of trust and who obviously plans on being able to kick Kato's ass at rock 'n roll history in Safe at Last!, MC'd by St. Alex in heaven. Lol.

The prize is either what I come back with from the Market, or a pair of VINTAGE POSTCARDS from the Vault. TBA.

Support your local thread.
Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 20, 2013 - 07:05pm PT
1968 Miss America Protest


1969 New York City Abortion Speakout


Jim Brennan

Trad climber
Vancouver Canada
Apr 20, 2013 - 07:35pm PT
Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 20, 2013 - 09:33pm PT
1961 Freedom Riders


1962 James Meredith attends the University of Mississippi


1963 Gov. George Wallace blocks integration of the University of Alabama


March on Washington DC


1964 St. Augustine movement


Civil Rights Act of 1964


Martin Luther King Jr. Nobel Peace Prize


1965 Selma to Montgomery March


Voting Rights Act of 1965


1968 Martin Luther King Jr. assassination

Jim Brennan

Trad climber
Vancouver Canada
Apr 20, 2013 - 10:08pm PT




WBraun

climber
Apr 20, 2013 - 10:21pm PT
In the 60's it was the summer of love.

I hitch hiked to Altmont Speedway to see the Rolling Stones and watched the Hells Angels kill.

There goes the summer of Love.

Met Jimmy Hendrix in the hallway and didn't even know who the fuk he was.

Got drafted number 44 and failed the physical.

They said you can't hear sh!t go back home.

They killed millions of people after that summer of Love.

WTF is wrong with you stupid people ......
Jim Brennan

Trad climber
Vancouver Canada
Apr 20, 2013 - 10:51pm PT
The sixties didn't end until 1974 +/-.

We all have only the time we live in. Personally I started reading the newspaper at 7 yr's old (1968) and the daily dread of the world hasn't stopped in any real way.

I remember playing with Hot Wheel cars when the pervasive fear that hope was abandoned, happened when the old man came home and exclaimed that Bobby Kennedy was dead.

This violent, creative decade restored some light when Niel Armstrong quietly set foot on the Moon and said his piece between breaths.

Quickly we were ushered into a deep fear of nuclear war that affected us all every night while trying to make sense of puberty and teenaged reasoning.

Young adulthood came along and Reagan/Thatcher/Mulroney efforts to say
BOO ! and mean it, fell on ears that realized the time was right to just be part of the world. Reagan is credited with hastening the collapse of the Berlin Wall but he was ultimately at the right place at the right time.

Those who hung the HUGE protest banner to welcome James Watt to Yosemite, you have my enduring respect !

EDIT: It was all kind of a good time if you didn't look too closely until the cruel, pseudo Jesus, disco hippie posers showed up:



Just add the burgundy velour suit jacket, blue jeans and cowboy boots and you can't escape knowing what I mean...
Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 21, 2013 - 12:43am PT
1962


1969 Santa Barbara oil spill


Cayahoga River fire
Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 21, 2013 - 12:45am PT
1965




1966 Love Pageant Rally


Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 21, 2013 - 09:11am PT
> "Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose." - an old heartthrob

That line has been with me for years and years. Took me multiple decades to realize it has multiple meanings. Well, I'm just up to two so far.

Jim, that image above of the three women looks like it might be Joan Baez and her sisters? Something from a distant past.

I definitely don't feel like they were halcyon days. Lots of strife, change, and struggle. Confusion. In the cauldron of growth and evolution there is some, some times a lot of turmoil. But there were moments of joy and bliss as well, just like any other age.

Eric
Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 21, 2013 - 09:48am PT
1961 Lumumba assassination


1963
Lambrakis assassination


Evers assassination


Ngo Dihn Diem assassination


Kennedy assassination


1965 Malcom X assassination


1966 Verwoerd assassination


1967 Rockwell assassination


1968
Martin Luther King Jr. assassination


Robert Kennedy

guido

Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
Apr 21, 2013 - 09:50am PT
One of our most popular shirts with climbers, especially the old boys. Robinson and Donini order them by the dozen!

patentwear.com
patentwear.com
Credit: guido

T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Apr 21, 2013 - 10:30am PT
Kent State Shootings May 1970
Neil had sumthin to say about it,
hobo_dan

Social climber
Minnesota
Apr 21, 2013 - 02:58pm PT
"When you don't pay attention to history you're doomed to hear history teachers repeating it"
Hobo Dan

On that note I'm starting with the Beats--bored to tears from the post WWII fifties they were looking for a spark and maybe a fire.
Spinning off from that people began to question.

"Bowing to public opinion is like being trampled to death by geese"
Kierkegard

I'd like to think that, that question is still being asked.

Why? Why do we put up with the BS of our societal norms, rules and pressures? Why?

So much is out there and it seems that we scrabble for the crumbs.

I always thought the effort of the sixties was a challenge to the masses to be more, to suck the marrow from life, to do.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 21, 2013 - 04:17pm PT
Fleetus-- that's right, those are boss Baez chicks, dude! Let's see yer draft card go up in FLAMES!

http://askville.amazon.com/Joan-Baez-question-remembers-poster/AnswerViewer.do?requestId=8933518

Everybody loves Hippie Chicks!
Credit: Audrey
Foxy ladies!
Credit: GI
Motorcycle mamas!
Credit: GI
California girls!
Credit: GI
Twentieth Century foxes!
Credit: mouse from merced

Yes, Chellies are extra-groovy............



Ricky D

Trad climber
Sierra Westside
Apr 21, 2013 - 04:51pm PT
Since I was only born in 58 most of the sixties was a blur of being a kid.

I do remember being able to pick up some 50000 watt radio station out of Chicago on the "skip" that played some of the most amazing music I had ever heard. Considering this was in South Carolina where gospel, farm reports, country and western was the playlist of regular life.

Thru the ether - we heard the Dave Clark Five, The Beatles in heavy rotation, some Janis and a lot of Motown.

The first rock concert I ever went to was The Monkees where the opening act was some crazed Afro'd black guy wearing paisley shirts and satin pants who literally destroyed his guitar on stage. I think I was about 9 or 10 when this happened and it wasn't until my 20's when research at a radio station I worked at disclosed that this crazy darkie was none other than Jimi Hendrix playing his first American tour as the opening act!

What I can say about the 60's was the nightly news besides teaching us Lord of The Flies Southern kids how to build rocket launchers and prescription bottle grenades, also taught us about protests. I had a front row seat for Forced Busing and still remember to this day the look of primal fear in the faces of the first bus of 6 year old Black kids that came to "our" school!

About 1968, a "hippie store" opened down the street from Bob Jones University that sold black light posters, radical records, incense and tie-dye shirts. What they also sold were books - a few I remember reading were Reville for Radicals by Jerry Rubin, Steal This Book by Abbie Hoffman and The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe. Between these and more, I gained the courage to defy local popular opinion about Vietnam, learned to challenge Authority by simply asking for explanations and a desire to met Ken Kesey - which I eventually did BTW.

Otherwise, most of my formative teen years were in the Dazed and Confused Era we call the 70's by which time I had landed in California in the middle of Dogtown Days!

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 21, 2013 - 06:17pm PT

Piracy.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-History-of-Pirate-Radio-During-the-1960s-1970s/119364504836921
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqz8eqG7Wtw

We built this city.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KSAN-FM1

Tom Donahue was the construction foreman.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krUOPsPwZp4

These boys were stannin' aroun' a-leanin' on they shovels.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jy4yDf3w_w

lars johansen

Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
Apr 21, 2013 - 08:06pm PT
I took the acid test, administered by Ken Kesey, at Longshoreman's Hall. I can't remember if I passed or not.

lars
jogill

climber
Colorado
Apr 21, 2013 - 09:36pm PT
I was in my late 20s and 30s during the decade, and from 1962 through 1967 lived in a small town in a western Kentucky rural area where people only got excited about the local high school (and Murray State) basketball teams. My take on the time was a bit different from those of you who were younger and living in more cosmopolitan environments. I had finished my stint as an AF officer, facilitating round-the-clock missions of B-52s loaded with nuclear weapons, flying out over the north Atlantic and back, ready to attack at a moment's notice. I felt very little apprehension about the two superpowers going at it. I wasn't particularly interested in the music of the era, and I was nowhere near any mass demonstrations. I was in a nearby building at the U of Alabama when Wallace stood in the doorway, barring entrance by a black student(see photo previously), and was disgusted by the overweaning twirp but didn't run around shouting at him. Maybe I should have. And although I had admired LBJ I gave up on him when he extended the war. I visited communes and ate with a generous and warm group of students at the U of Colorado who had formed one as an alternative to fraternities and sororities. I bouldered on weekends at Dixon Springs and other spots in S. Illinois with my wife and small child and a couple of fellow faculty members and students who became interested in the sport.
Wayno

Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
Apr 21, 2013 - 09:56pm PT
Nice little slice of a personal history, Mr. Gill. Thanks.

That last U-tube bit is a gem, Mouse.

The woman that introduced me to my wife in Santa Cruz years back at one time lived across the street from Jerry Garcia somewhere in San Fransisco. She talked about this huge walk-in closet that she had in her house and Jerry would come over and hide in there when things got too wild at his place.

Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 21, 2013 - 11:27pm PT


710 Ashbury St.
Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 21, 2013 - 11:44pm PT
Freedom 7 5/5/1961


Liberty Bell 7 7/21/1961


Friendship 7 2/20/1962


Aurora 7 5/24/1962


Sigma 7 10/3/1962


Faith 7 5/15/1963

Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Apr 22, 2013 - 12:05am PT
Gemini III 3/26/1965


Gemini IV 6/3-7/1965


Gemini V 8/21-29/1965


Gemini VII 12/4-18/1965
Gemini VI 12/15-16/1965


Gemini VIII 3/16-17/1966


Gemini IX 6/3-6/1966


Gemini X 7/16-21/1966


Gemini XI 9/12-15/1966


Gemini XII 11/11-15/1966

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 12:34am PT
Here's one way the herd is being quieted down when it gets riled anymore.
http://www.bilerico.com/2011/09/choi_trial_latest_attack_on_peaceful_protest.php

"They'll tool ya and then you'll come back again."--Om Reddy

http://m.newsbusters.org/blogs/tom-blumer/2012/06/27/pensacola-cartoonist-depicts-ala-newspaper-job-cuts-leading-return-and-t

Credit: GI
Credit: GI
Credit: GI


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 12:41am PT
On July 4, 1970, overcrowding in Yosemite Valley led to a clash between Park Rangers and anti-war demonstrators. The mob dragged mounted Rangers off their horses, and overturned the Mariposa Sheriff's squad car. Shots were fired. The riot led to more than a hundred arrests, several injuries, and great destruction of property – and changes to Park Service access policies and training practices.

From Mighty Hiker's sources and thanks, Anders.

Hippy freaks in Yosemite pre-1970, the things they got away with back then!

Credit: GI
Peaceful assembly in Stoneman meadow.
Peaceful assembly in Stoneman meadow.
Credit: SanJoaquinValleyLibrarySystem
The Charlatans on a holiday with the groupies.
The Charlatans on a holiday with the groupies.
Credit: GI


Has Anyone Seen My Decade? (Musta Left It Somewhere)

Bong met bong
Then Cheech met Chong
While Tom and Yvong
Could do no wrong
Borghoff wrote a climbing song
Bircheff wore a simple thong
Said goodbye to old John Long
Then tie-died Largo came along
Forgive me if I tell it wrong
But my memories seem really strong
--Old Taco McTell
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 02:00am PT
Credit: GI

Pwychelemedelic CD cover, homemade compilation.
Pwychelemedelic CD cover, homemade compilation.
Credit: Mark Alfred
That's what happened here, with somebody's home-grown CD Psychedelic 60s. It had a home-printed CD front & rear insert, but inside was the ol' silver CD-R-with-a-sharpie-inscription.

But ya know, it's pretty fun! Thank heaven that we can enjoy the wild music without having to go through the actual "psychedelic" experiences that may have inspired it.

Here is the tracklist:
1 99th Floor Moving Sidewalks 2:13
2 I've Got Levitation 13th Floor Elevators 2:42
3 Maid of Sugar, Maid of Spice Mouse and the Traps 2:41
4 Eagle Never Hunts the Fly The Music Machine 2:47
5 Double Yellow Line The Music Machine 2:13
6 Frustration The Painted Ship 2:55
7 When I Arrive We the People ... 2:59
8 Go Away The Plague 1:58
9 Writing on the Wall The 5 Canadians 2:21
10 Reverberation (Doubt) 13th Floor Elevators 2:48
11 No Good Woman The Tree 2:44
12 She Lives (in a Time of Her Own) 13th Floor Elevators 3:00
13 Where You Gonna Go? Unrelated Segments 2:51
14 Absolutely Positively The Music Machine 2:15
15 Swami William Penn 3 2:57
16 Trippin' Out Something Wild 2:13
17 Scarlet and Gold 13th Floor Elevators 5:00
18 Yesterday's Hero The Satyrs 2:38
19 Dr Doom 13th Floor Elevators 3:15
20 Smell of Incense W.C.P.A.E.B. 5:52
21 Satisfaction Guaranteed The Mourning Reign 2:19
22 Slip Inside This House 13th Floor Elevators 8:05
23 I Wanna Come Back (from the World of LSD) The Fee-Fi-Four Plus Two 2:21
24 Spider and the Fly The Monocles 2:07
25 Mother Nature/Father Earth The Music Machine 2:14
26 I Need Love The Time Stoppers 2:53
Also included is read CD insert, and a printable CD image, so you won't need a sharpie!
--from Dr. Spock's record room blogs

That's not Mouse talkin'! I been experienced so long I can "fool people all the time" like the Swami.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXFlGooUv6M
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpaF9EnsGfA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpaF9EnsGfA
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 09:29am PT
http://www.billirwinphotography.com/anti-war.htm#anchor1
Catholic protestant.
Catholic protestant.
Credit: Bill Irwin Photography
Protestant prodding.
Protestant prodding.
Credit: Bill Irwin Photography
Hey little schoolgirl, what's yer problem?
Hey little schoolgirl, what's yer problem?
Credit: Bill Irwin Photography

Have any of you ever been involved in protests? The idea is to get attention focused on a problem so that steps can be taken by enlightened ones to deal with the problem. Simple. It’s just that a few eggs may be broken, hearts, too, in the process.

My only experience (I like to tell myself I learn from some of them) with protest involved a march in San Francisco in like, 1969, maybe February or March. I was a newly-minted Bayarean and had been living in the east bay for months since moving out of Merced to El Cerrito and had been working for Red Barn making Big Barneys like at M.C. Donald’s and Rip-off Chicken like at the Colonel’s. I still felt uncool because I’d not experienced being hosed or beat with a baton, I guess. I felt the call, though, and took the bus over to Civic Center Plaza for the rally before the march.

The rally was both cool and short, all were eager to get on the streets, and I found myself in the group under the VVAW banners. We strode on out. Songs. Shouts of righteous anger. A joke here and there, at least two joints passed through my hands, probably more. No one remembered or knew that we ought to have water, and we got thirsty, and we walked to the Presidio from the Plaza.

Malvina was singing her protest song about Tungsten and the Gis stood in ranks, the Nation’s Army’s finest, the Military Polizei (Pigs) assigned to the Presidio. Malvina’s insults about Wolframite and steel put them in a nasty frame of mind, likely. Some rocks flew over in their direction. This egged them on. They faced us from behind a high fence of steel rods. Our guys monkeyed onto them and the rank of MPs moved forward several paces, batons out, shoulders together, no shields.

But it’s the same story, batons against buttons, fascism over flowers, fear and mistrust instead of peace and love and pot smoke. Sunshine falls on us all the same, my brothers. But this turned into an ugly, ugly scene in minutes, and it was unscripted action/reaction. I got the hell out of the area just as soon as I could when the MPs moved up. Not much in terms of satisfaction for me in this event, but I became more experienced.

And as a result I never went to another protest in my life.

The same for Altamont. It turned me off on concerts, more or less. It was the last one I attended.

People in herds seem to become stupider than usual, somehow.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 22, 2013 - 09:38am PT
Somehow the Sixties just keep rollin'





It must be finger poppin' time




mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 10:10am PT
Just think what a fortune you could have made in the sixties by providing a tele-screen for folks to watch their records spinning while being played.

Or by providing rythym instruction for white children.

Bobby Darrin majored in finger-popping.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0201239/bio
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0201239/bio
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 22, 2013 - 12:24pm PT
Hank got his doctorate, Bobby should have studied harder - but still can't get awy from those turntable vids



Bob and Bob got into it too




"The sheriff wants to know who's going to go to the bathroom and where"

Jan

Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
Apr 22, 2013 - 02:02pm PT
I was remembering Layton Kor this morning after hearing of his death. He was the one who ushered in the 1960's for me when he invited me to his parent's place for dinner so we could see a special television program that night. It was the Ed Sullivan show featuring the Beatles, and their first performance in America. What a great way to start off the decade!
Captain...or Skully

climber
Apr 22, 2013 - 02:38pm PT
As I was born in '61, I figured everyone was just crazy. Kid thoughts, man. Buncha freaks runnin' around. Madness.
paul roehl

Boulder climber
california
Apr 22, 2013 - 03:09pm PT
With regard to the war and its effects:
"...And yet he understood the other side; he understood the context of an older generation's sense of duty and moral charge based on their experiences in World War II. He understood the fear they must have felt, the outrage, the patriotism, the terrible years of sacrifice, perhaps even hopelessness, their lives swept away by the conduct of an unspeakable enemy, distant and unknowable and ultimately evil. But he also knew there was no such enemy for him to fight, that his war would be waged in a litigious environment of doubtful actions and equivocation, for imprecise reasons championed by unsure politicians, capricious and narcissistic, with little real investment, expecting unquestioning sacrifice from the innocent, asking everything from those whose only real possession was their youth. He wouldn't conform his will to such a reckless commission despite the consequences and despite his self-doubt. But obsessive by nature he studied the matter without rest. He knew his own generation was spoiled with the wealth of its fathers, coddled and healthy as no other generation in the history of humanity, and its expectations had been raised to the point of pathological grandeur. In the face of this "the war" seemed outside of any foreseen possibility and appeared only to demonstrate a rancorous infliction of one generation upon another."
Norton

Social climber
the Wastelands
Apr 22, 2013 - 03:20pm PT
Have any of you ever been involved in protests?

I was born in 1950 and so was a teenager all through the 60s

as a student at the University of Minnesota from 1968-73 I marched and protested Vietnam

"we" were right to do so, and then Secretary of Defense McNamara later apologized for sending our boys to fight and die in Vietnam, he said it was wrong, at least he said it


While I strongly felt the "invasion" of Iraq was on very flimsy ground, I was too advanced in age to actually march or protest

guess I did my protesting at the voting booth
Gene

climber
Apr 22, 2013 - 05:01pm PT
Credit: Gene
RIP
Jan

Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
Apr 22, 2013 - 08:10pm PT
Hell yes I protested the war in Vietnam and I have never regretted it! If I was ever right about anything, it was how wrong that war was. That and backing the Civil Rights movement.

I started the 60's with Layton Kor and the Beatles and then I spent 1965-1969 in Berkeley with Frank Sacherer where we took part in many peace demonstrations. We switched our voter registration from Democratic to the Peace and Freedom Party and helped force Robert Kennedy to come out against the war just at the end of the Democratic primaries. Then we switched back. I also attended Black Panther rallies at Merritt Junior College in Oakland. It was the 60's after all, an era that began so innocently and ended in national suspicion and cynicism from which our nation has not yet recovered.

In my opinion, the Iraq war was more of the same - different people but similar cultural misunderstandings and political connivance, a mere generation later. This time I only protested at the ballot box. Each generation has or should have its causes. The greatest generation and the 60's generation did way more than their share. It's time for the younger folks to step up.

The political legacy of the 60's folks is secure.

donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Apr 22, 2013 - 08:21pm PT
Yes the 60's.....i was out of the army after serving three years in the Special Forces and going to school in Philadelphia. Someone mentioned there was going to be a march on the Pentagon. We went down on a lark, i got seperated from my friends in the great surge forward and found myself in a group on the front lines that was mostly feminine. Draft card burning ensued and to make a favorable impression on my new lady friends i put a match to mine.
Right move....i got where i wanted to go. My recently concluded service did not become a topic of conversation. Free love in the 60's sometimes had a small price attached.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 08:56pm PT
g--

I wonderfully saw & heard Richie Havens at the Monterery Jazz in 1968. What a performer! He loved the audience and sang his heart out!

Freedom! Freedom!

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 09:07pm PT
Jan, technically it was two generations later, but you can slide. You were there.

It must have been hectic--I like slow and the ones who mattered were fast, too fast.

Slow wind, easy mind.

Fast wind, frantic mind.

Whirlwind, chaotic mind.

Vietnam and racial unrest produced chaos.

Which fertilized future peace while other hate seeds took root for the next gen to deal with.


from Donavoan--
Happiness runs in a circular motion
Thought is like a little boat upon the sea
Everybody is a part of everything anyway
You can have everything if you let yourself be
You can have everything if you let yourself be...
donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Apr 22, 2013 - 09:14pm PT
The chaotic 60's bled into the more mundane 70's which morphed into the, everyone for himself, greedy 80's. One thing for sure, human nature doesn't change........the circular nature of history.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 22, 2013 - 09:15pm PT
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 22, 2013 - 09:29pm PT
Slick and SAC, the WAR MACHINE MECHS!

How to get more bang for your buck.

How to get better Napalm mileage.

Be the envy of your block, CARPET-BOMBING AT HOME!

(Don't call him z. Don't call him Brown.)

The Donini legend just got enhanced. Snake magic is taught in Spec Ops. Cuz it works...

rrider

climber
Mckinleyville, Ca
Apr 22, 2013 - 11:51pm PT
I’m ten years younger than Jim Donini, and never served or went to a protest. The draft ended shortly after I received my high lottery number 222. Growing up in the hills above Stanford, most of what I saw of the sixties was just hippies and the music. I never got involved in the politics other than joining the Sierra Club, but I cautiously observed some of the lifestyle trends.
A girl in one of my 7th grade classes told about going to a concert in SF where she smoked marijuana. She was the first girl I ever saw wearing purple eye shadow. ~1966

There was a hippie commune just up the street on Big Tree Way; we’d hike up there and spy on them during their parties. About a mile south on Skyline Blvd was the Black Sh#t Puppy Farm; a hippie band occupying an old estate mansion.
There was a hippie hostel of some kind on Cowper St just down from my cousins’ place in Palo Alto. You could just wander-in to two floors of incense, black lights, beaded and velvet curtains; it was when hippies were still pretty mellow in general. There’s a few hippies left, but too many druggies now.

My take on the difference between druggies and hippies:
‘Hippies’ seemed to aspire to a liberal, alternative, or even aesthetic lifestyle; drugs were just a part of it. They would mainly get violent for a political cause. They had more respect for straight folk, maybe.
‘Druggies’ narrowed it down to a lifestyle specializing in the drug trade and addiction. They get violent if you threaten their deal or their supply. They don't respect anyone but their own. They give tie-dye a bad name.

In Skylonda, what is now Alice’s Restaurant, used to be Tad Sommer’s Chevron. That’s where Ken Kesey’s Prankster Bus sat for a while (impounded maybe?). As a six or seventh grader, I walked around the thing, marveling. It might have been an early version of the bus, because I remember it was mostly a red paint job with exterior speakers and cardboard tube gun turret, and weird graffitti.
That was around when the Hell’s Angels would come up to the Junction on weekend mornings and take over the parking lot in front of the old Skywood Chateau and Hank Jamrog’s little grocery store. They appeared scary but were nice to us kids and our dog.
Jan

Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
Apr 23, 2013 - 01:05am PT
The 60's generation was definitely divided between those who were political and those who were hippies.

Lots of ironies alright. Donini burned his draft card after serving in Special Forces and scored. I protested and ended up teaching touchy feely cross cultural classes to the military. The great thing about our country is that such contrasts are possible. Nobody could tell better anti war stories by the way, than the guys who had been there.

The Powell Weinberger Doctrine was initiated as a result of the military's lessons from that war which of course the politicians disregarded in their race to Baghdad.

Don't get involved unless there is a clear threat to our national security
Don't go without the support of the American people
Have clear cut and attainable goals
Fight to win
Have a clear cut exit strategy

SCseagoat

Trad climber
Santa Cruz
Apr 23, 2013 - 09:34am PT
Have any of you ever been involved in protests?

It was interesting what this thread brought up for me. That and the release of the Redford movie "The Company You Keep". Haven't seen it, not sure if I will because so much of that time is romanticized.

My first experience was when my brother and I were to return to college. We both went to Penn in Philly. We left our home near Lake Erie and rather than turning Ease we turned West. "Where we goin?" Well we ended up in Chicago, August 1968 at the Democratic National Convention. If you are reading this thread then you probably know what that was all about.

It changed my life...my outlook...shook me up really bad. I became extremely active, SDS, not Weather and I never blew anyone or anything up or stuff like that. I do recall endless "criticism" sessions where we robustly debated what the line in the sand was from being a radical to becoming a revolutionary. Then May 4, 1970 happened...and more depth of despair about what was happening.

We knew stuff that had happened and was happening on the West Coast, primarily Berkeley, but we considered it all amateur stuff, just California hippies enjoying more fun in the sun. California was looked at at the place to go for easy communal living, but the REAL work was happening in Michigan and the East Coast...yeah Columbia!

Marching on Washington with the rooftops covered with gun toting National Guard was chilling. Being rounded up more times than I can count and being shuffled into RFK Stadium was getting to be pretty routine. Seeing lists of names of my friends eventually showing up in HUAC hearings and reports.

Those days shaped me, but they didn't end up owning me like those that had to go underground or paid a higher price.

Back then....

Credit: SCseagoat


Susan
Jan

Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
Apr 23, 2013 - 09:48am PT
I remember policemen with big guns on the roofs overlooking Telegraph Avenue. And I was spit on by drunken sailors during a San Francisco Peace parade. Up to that point it felt like we were a small minority but during that parade for which hundreds of thousands showed up and you could see them stretched for miles up and down the hills of San Francisco, we knew we were not alone and were making progress even though Lyndon Johnson declared that he didn't care how many demonstrators were in the street he wasn't going to "tuck tail and run".

And mouse from merced, although the people sent to die in Iraq were two generations later than Vietnam and naive, our political leaders were not. Bush, Cheney and Rumsfield all were young during the Vietnam War and avoided the draft with various deferments. All the more shame they couldn't wait to send other people's teenage sons and daughters off to war.
SCseagoat

Trad climber
Santa Cruz
Apr 23, 2013 - 09:53am PT
All the more shame they couldn't wait to send other people's teenage sons and daughters off to war.

WORD WORD WORD...


Susan
Norton

Social climber
the Wastelands
Apr 23, 2013 - 10:06am PT
Bush, Cheney and Rumsfield all were young during the Vietnam War and avoided the draft with various deferments. All the more shame they couldn't wait to send other people's teenage sons and daughters off to war.

yep

and Cheney got FIVE "deferments", he said he had "other priorities" in his personal life

and Bush? He was AWOL from his Texas National Guard duty, messing around in a political rally out of state


god I hate people who act SO tough and beat the drums of war, and ducked service
donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Apr 23, 2013 - 10:14am PT
Jan....burning my draft card to score at the March on the Pentagon was cynical but successful. On a more altruistic note....my experiences in the 60's in the Special Forces forever shaped my feelings about war and guns.
War.....I don't trust politicians, none of whom have sons and daughters in harms way, to make decisions about sending young Americans onto the battlefield. This may seem counter intuitive, but, i believe that most general officers are better equipped in that area- they know that war is horrid and should not be glorified.
Guns.....having used weapons suited only for battle, i cannot understand why are congress men and women cannot make common sense decisions about restricting assault weapons and large capacity magazines.
Peter Haan

Trad climber
Santa Cruz, CA
Apr 23, 2013 - 10:17am PT
In other words, Jim, why does 90% public approval not equal 60 senators or greater.
Jan

Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
Apr 23, 2013 - 10:45am PT
I agree with you Jim, it is the politicians who glorify war, not the military with any experience of it.
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 23, 2013 - 08:56pm PT
Credit: zBrown
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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 23, 2013 - 09:55pm PT
You'll have to do better, zBrown.

How come the judge?

Is that Dick Gregory, by chants?

Fat Lembert Dome?

bKool for school?
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 24, 2013 - 01:03pm PT
"just don't judge me my shoes"

that is a more robust Bobby Seale.



don't confuse with H. Rap Brown



When the judge heard he'd be trying a Black Panther, he is alleged to have said, "well they've never contended with the Orange Julius now have they. I'll put 'em all in shackles".

No, that is not a misprint he did not mention shekels. (had to look that one up for spelling purposes). Some who are not in the know might call these just another type of fastenber, but we know better.







That is not Robert the Bruce above, but could be a relative.

In any event:

Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water
King harvest has surely come



mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 25, 2013 - 05:19pm PT
That's ALL OVER yer BLUES.

Yer blue, pardon. It's a lot quieter.

GO JOHNNY GO!

JAMES, ELMORE.

Boogie on my middle name.

JAMES GANG.

It's Jim James Shirley's name, too.

JAMES RIVER.

Oh, fer sure.

BALDWIN, JAMES.

Which naturally leads us back to Atwater and the F'n Gs.



Don't ask, I ain't sayn.

It sure feels good.

No more catch0-up.

Ain't that lead a FLAKE!

Becalm me.

Take down the walls.

Rebuild me a ocean.

Type me some kind words and notes.

Soft and blue.

Fill that sea with I, you, me, we.

And call it the sea of dreams.

Credit: mouse from merced



Gene

climber
Apr 25, 2013 - 05:28pm PT
Credit: Gene

My high school classmate (left) on the day (8/7/70 - not quite the 60s) he died near the Marin County Court House. 17 years old. Soledad Lad.

g
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 25, 2013 - 07:05pm PT
Judge Haley, I think would have preferred the Orange Julius.




As Warren Zevon has observed

"That Amazing Grace
Sort of passed you by
You wake up every day
And you start to cry"

In case anyone is wondering what ever became of Geoge Jackson:







Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 25, 2013 - 07:18pm PT
Have any of you ever been involved in protests?

I noted this in my child-hazed (40 years ago would have been drug-hazed) ramble above.

About seven years old, I marched in the front of a march from Clark University in Worcester to the City Hall. Nobody got tooled, all was peaceful (as far as I recall). It did get me worrying about being drafted though! Had a hard time falling asleep because of that.

When I was in first grade in the same city, I remember when Nixon edged out Humphrey for the presidency. I learned of this from my school mates. Somehow, somebody (this school went to sixth grade) organized all the boys in our recess area (we were still segregated from girls in those days, though that changed soon afterward. We were in one long line, shoulder to shoulder. Everyone marched back and forth across the school yard chanting "We want Humphrey, we want Humphrey." I remember thinking, "Hey, this might just work!" Hahaha. Pretty amazing that somebody organized that. Kinda of a very proto-flash mob!

Eric
Fletcher

Trad climber
The great state of advaita
Apr 25, 2013 - 07:19pm PT
Mouse: "Fat Lembert Dome?"

Don't know about that one, but I once did the Chickenheart traverse on Fat Albert Dome.

Eric
donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Apr 25, 2013 - 08:29pm PT
60's.....protests

70's.....concerts

80's.....cocaine

90's.....bad music, blandness

00's....Twin Towers, President Cheney

10's....Social media run amuck

The future.....the cockroaches are mobilizing
jogill

climber
Colorado
Apr 25, 2013 - 08:42pm PT
it is the politicians who glorify war, not the military with any experience of it

Don't be too sure. These days the generals and admirals must be clever politicians for advancement.

I served under Curtis Lemay for a couple of years. He tried his best to influence JFK to obliterate Cuba. Of course, in retrospect from what we know now [Soviet generals had been given permission to launch several nuclear-tipped missles] that might have been seen as the best strategy. It's good Kennedy's bluff worked. Liked JFK even though he involuntarily extended my tour of duty when the Berlin Wall went up.
Captain...or Skully

climber
Apr 25, 2013 - 09:07pm PT
Just think only 47 years or so until the sixties.....Like it matters.
Yer hung up on a lie, folks. Those bastards sold you out. Made a profit, too.

Watch it, Jim. I'm an expert on all things Bland.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 25, 2013 - 11:45pm PT
Who's known as the Lion of the Blues?

No lookin' up, you lookin'-up cheaters.

He's still alive and he's "colorful."

This ain't he.
It's just a carry-over from the hats thread.
Credit: GI
Somebody explain the meaning of the tam on this otherwise distinguished member of the establishment. They run outa ballcaps?
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Apr 26, 2013 - 08:30am PT
Too easy, but not too sure about him being alive today. That would be Delia's husband Billy DeLions. And of course you know why S. Lee shot him. Just because Billy through the lucky dice.

Credit where credit is due below
Credit where credit is due below
Credit: Bayo



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mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 27, 2013 - 05:23pm PT
This is for all those who turned to trad (and not some weird ape-hanging shit) after chasing the alpinist dream. It isn't "settling" at all--alpinism is "unsettling," at least to me.

Credit: mouse from merced

Credit: mouse from merced

Credit: mouse from merced

Credit: mouse from merced

Credit: mouse from merced

Credit: mouse from merced

Credit: mouse from merced

And that would be this horror.
Credit: mouse from merced
I thought it best not to reveal the ending. It's truly creepy and weird.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 27, 2013 - 07:53pm PT
Credit: mouse from merced
Islam is the same as Mohammedism. Believe it or not.

Credit: mouse from merced
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-harem.

Credit: mouse from merced

Credit: mouse from merced
Pattern?

Credit: mouse from merced

Credit: mouse from merced
Ain't no profilin' here, officer. We cool.

Credit: mouse from merced
"...but I do beguile The thing I am by seeming otherwise."
Peter Haan

Trad climber
Santa Cruz, CA
Apr 27, 2013 - 08:35pm PT
If anyone was continuing to wonder, Sleeping Sam Hayakawa kicked the bucket in 1992. And in obscurity, I might add.

As far as his silly habit of wearing a Tam-O-Shanter, he said "it is a symbol of courage".

Let's recall his main thrust at first as President at SF State was to resist the notion that a program should be established for Ethnic Studies. The Panthers even got involved, which of course galvanized the white fear-based right in the exprected dialectic. But Sam relented, or shall we say, caved and soon the program was up and running and in no time the place was covered with people of all kinds of terrible colors.

It was a bad period for SF State under S.I.H. My father was Dean of the School of Education. Needless to say, he retired early because of S.I.H and his health was just starting to deteriorate. At the time his SS, Pers, and retirement seemed to have him covered! What a joke that became in a decade.

here's a bit on the Hayakawa BSU crisis at State from BITD: The Harvard Crimson, no less:

http://www.thecrimson.com/article/1969/1/15/song-of-hayakawa-pbibf-morris-abram/
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 28, 2013 - 12:43am PT
Great Peter thank you!

The sentence from that link's article that helps most for clearing the air about SF State is this:

"Murray, who in his spare time was Minister of Education for the local Black Panther chapter, had angered Reagan-appointed state college administrators by urging black students to carry guns and to guard themselves against local police."

The fact that Hayakawa's power play against the teachers failed due to good old fashioned sabotage by the people kind of reflects the whole era, what with the VC operating in a very similar, if more deadly, manner.

It might be well to point out that there were several "liberation armies" in the sixties and early seventies, not just the Third World LA, the People's Liberation Army (red) that defeated Chiang Kai-Shek and so on, but there were the Black Liberation Army (black) and the Symbionese LA that took little Patty (orange and black). Probably more I don't know of.
SLA colors, same as Merced High School and the SF Giants.
SLA colors, same as Merced High School and the SF Giants.
Credit: GI

All these people and these terrible colors. Reminds me of that ridiculous Tam O'Shatner.
http://www.amazon.ca/OSHATNER-VINTAGE-CROCHET-Patterns-ebook/dp/B003UV8N50


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 28, 2013 - 12:27pm PT
From Grossman's thread on RR's article.
From Grossman's thread on RR's article.
Credit: Jim Phillips photo
Grossman 1960s-era nut collection sampler.
Grossman 1960s-era nut collection sampler.
Credit: Steve Grossman
Bird's sliding nuts by nutstory.
Bird's sliding nuts by nutstory.
Credit: mouse from merced
Decades late, dollars short. Sixties icon, still a sport.
Chris Bonnyngtonne, doing his Jogill routine.
Chris Bonnyngtonne, doing his Jogill routine.
Credit: mouse from merced
Is that a Brit version of a heel hook? Some blokes'll do anything, not naming names.
The Sloth, Britain.  From RR's 1966 Summit article.
The Sloth, Britain. From RR's 1966 Summit article.
Credit: John Cleare photo
The Sixties keep hanging around, don't they?
Credit: mouse from merced
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Apr 28, 2013 - 12:37pm PT
Bird on a wire - Esther Ofarim - 1969 sound
Jaybro

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Apr 28, 2013 - 12:50pm PT
Thanks Peter when I saw the tam I wondered whatever happened to ol SI Hayakawa.
SCseagoat

Trad climber
Santa Cruz
Apr 28, 2013 - 04:29pm PT
^^^^ditto Jay....Peter, very interesting story...sorry about your Dad, how one "boss" can wreak such havoc. Arrrgh

Susan
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 28, 2013 - 05:14pm PT
A Leading Canadian on US history.
No one associated with Mr. Stills EVER made a mistake.
You be the judge. I was way too stoned when this came out to know good from studly. I think it's the latter, but understated.

"That's no mistake."--Fat Lembert

"He's not Jimmy."--Bear McCallum

Jimmy Smith's Wild Side is obivously more "This is my soul" than Al Kooper's work. And let's face it, the guitar on Supersession is not well-recorded, either. Stills may have been right when he said "farce." A bunch of super groups failed mightily. This tune was from the '62 Days of Wine & Roses.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Apr 28, 2013 - 06:09pm PT
Experience THIS!
http://www.supertopo.com/climbers-forum/1120694/The-LSD-thread

Not that I really believed a person turned into an orange on acid and never came back(popular 1970's anti-drug propaganda)--HGrrl

POOF said Mescalito!
POOF said Mescalito!
Credit: Captain Beef Taco
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - May 2, 2013 - 12:36am PT
Zing!
It was national news that a Thalidomide baby resided in Merced when we moved here in 1961.
Credit: mouse from merced
I remember the older brother, slightly, as a young teen he was noted also for his full beard.

Ever do a boulder problem "no hands?"
http://healthworldnet.com/articles/the-best-of-the-best/the-first-seal-baby-the-real-story-of-thalidomide.html

For that matter, I've always wondered about Easter Seals.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter_Seals_(US)#The_.22Easter_Seals.22_name_emerges
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - May 2, 2013 - 09:12am PT
Encounter group.
Encounter group.
Credit: mouse from merced
The Onassis Wedding.
The Onassis Wedding.
Credit: mouse from merced
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - May 7, 2013 - 07:40am PT

Walter and Margaret Keane
http://www.squidoo.com/margaretkeane
The Little Thinker by M. Keane
The Little Thinker by M. Keane
Credit: GI

Rod McKuen
Credit: GI
Despite his popular appeal, McKuen's work has never been taken seriously by critics and academics or by much of the public. "...through the years his books have drawn uniformly unkind reviews. In fact, criticism of his poetry is uniformly vituperative..."

Guido, what's your take on McKuen? First of all, we can see he can't spell as well as you and your family. Second, I seriously doubt he ever led anything.

Did any of you you ever BUY one of his books or records for yourself? I know a lot of folks got Keane and McKuen junk as gifts. I call it junk. Some people calls it art. It sorta reflects the times from the viewpoint of Bank of America and White Front.

"Put McKuen's book in the bookcase over by The Little Bug-eyed Children painting, dear, next to that Stewart woman's books, dear."
Carmel Climber

Mountain climber
Carmel California
May 9, 2013 - 04:40pm PT
i don't care what anybody says, I miss driving pitons!
Jan

Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
May 9, 2013 - 05:49pm PT
I don't miss trying to remove them at all.
Dangerous Dan

Mountain climber
Bodega Bay, CA
May 10, 2013 - 06:22pm PT
Norweigan did you you live in Placerville in 1974 -77? I was one one of few guys who climbed at LL and surrounding areas in those days?
wild willy

Trad climber
Seattle, WA
May 12, 2013 - 07:42pm PT
I was there in the 60's but I can't remember anything............
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