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TwistedCrank
climber
Dingleberry Gulch, Ideeho
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Jun 29, 2013 - 05:23pm PT
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I was seven years old and my swimsuit gave me hives at summer camp. It was the first of a never-ending string of skin related issues.
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Risk
Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
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Jun 29, 2013 - 06:02pm PT
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on the way to Half Dome
At Disneyland with Harpole on my 10th BD, 1967
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 07:24pm PT
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A brief note on the Music and the Brothers of Merced...circa S.O.L.
The sign reads: “The Nimitz Freeway was started in 1966. Original lineup (l. to r.): Ken McCall, (vocalist and harmonica); Danny Perryman (lead guitar), Vern Trinidad (drums), Pat Mercer (guitar), and Bob Caywood (bass). They played with Van Morrison, the lead vocalist of Them in Modesto in 1966 that was promoted by Vince Lavery. The Nimitz Freeway went to San Fracidco and stayed with the Grateful Dead in the Haight-Ashbury in 1967. After the Nimitz Freeway and the Grateful Dead got arrested in October 1967 for possession of a small amount of marijuana, the Nimitz Freeway dissolved. Upon returning to Merced, Ken McCall helped to form Crazy Horse in late 1967.”
*Not Neil Young’s Crazy Horse, who go back lots earlier and wear funny clothes like mucklucks. No, these cats were more like surf wannabes converted to hippy musicians who really enjoyed the hell out of wearing jams and huaraches just the year before!
http://mercedmusic.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/crazy-horse/
They just couldn’t get enough of Stephen Stills, either; for what it’s worth, Throwpie knows more than I.
Cha-cha-cha!
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go-B
climber
Hebrews 1:3
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Jun 29, 2013 - 07:49pm PT
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Gary
Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
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Jun 29, 2013 - 08:20pm PT
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Gary, that is a powerful image.
Isn't it? That's a terrific photo.
No need to thank me for my service. In 1974 I was prepared to go to prison for resisting the draft. That seemed the only honorable way to handle the situation to me. I was a big Henry David Thoreau fan.
Luck for me, it didn't come down to that. My draft got canceled after they drew the numbers.
In 1967 I was a dumb 11 year-old hillbilly splashing up and down creeks in Southwest Indiana. As far as I knew the world was nothing but cornfields.
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tom Carter
Social climber
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Jun 29, 2013 - 11:36pm PT
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Anyone remember the Flaming Groovies???
Nice list of songs!!!
Yes it was a remarkable summer - I was 15.....
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
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Was living in Berkeley. Studying hard. Occasional trips to San Francisco for music and to check it out. Actually realized I was in love for the first time.
Got any spare change?
There were some other things happening.
Marriage of Eldridge and Kathllen
technically, 1963 but 1967 nonetheless
ditto 1968
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Hardman Knott
Gym climber
Muir Woods National Monument, Mill Valley, Ca
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Who was around Haight-Ashbury? Gotta be someone...
Didn't see this thread till late last night...
I too was 6 years old, and we lived in The Haight (3rd SF house I grew up in; moved there in March 1967). Saw Jimi Hendrix play in the Panhandle of Golden Gate Park two blocks below Haight (as well as many other bands during that time), although it wasn't till many years later I realized who it was. I mainly remember that his hands were HUGE, and that he looked unlike anyone I had ever seen, with his bright clothes and wild hair.
One thing that really stands out about that Summer was all the Hare Krishna's everywhere, with their bright orange robes and shaved heads with ponytails in the back. There were lots of large "Have a Nice Day" stickers with smily faces. Incense burning everywhere. One day there was a makeshift cardboard house set up in the Panhandle with holes in it. People would stick a body part into a hole and it was come out painted by the people inside. I got my arms painted, and when I arrived home my dad was KNOTT pleased (yes, I had walked there alone; back then kids could still Trick or Treat unsupervised on Halloween - the horror!).
By late Summer / Fall the party was definitely over. It was shortly after that Haight St was a bit of a ghetto, and when I first remember seeing security grates over shop windows.
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jgill
Boulder climber
Colorado
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At the age of thirty, I packed up everything we owned in my VW bus, and my wife and two-year old daughter and I left Kentucky for new lives in Colorado. I've been here ever since and never regretted it. As we drove the empty miles across the midwest I would glance up above my shoulder to where Pam lay on top of everything, fascinated by the oncoming road. At one point we spotted what looked like giant toadstools standing off the highway - they were public showers just opened off the interstate. We stopped and showered, never seeing another car or another person. Hard to imagine now.
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