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Licky

Mountain climber
California
Jun 28, 2013 - 04:15pm PT
I graduated from HS in Palo Alto in '67. We spent the summer driving up to San Fran, parking our car a few blocks from Haight/Ashbary so no one would know that we were weekend hippies. When we ran out of money, food, and smoke we'd head back down to the safety of mom and dad to resupply. Lots of nights at the Filmore laying on the floor watching the ceiling spin.
MisterE

Social climber
Topic Author's Reply - Jun 28, 2013 - 05:29pm PT
Great stories, everyone - Thanks!

Gary, that is a powerful image.
jopay

climber
so.il
Jun 28, 2013 - 05:56pm PT
Gary, thank you for your service.I too was serving, the first part of the year I was finishing up missile school at Ft Bliss, Texas then in my first permanent duty station in Maryland where I swam in the ocean for the first time, enjoyed a crab bake,and took a wild boat ride on Chesapeake Bay. Then later in the summer I came on orders for Germany, my time in Germany could be a great short story, all the while a large number of my generation were dying in a far away place, I've never forgot that and though I served where they put me I think often of those who served in Southeast Asia.
S.Leeper

Social climber
somewhere that doesnt have anything over 90'
Jun 28, 2013 - 05:57pm PT
2 years old...don't remember.
Magic Ed

Trad climber
Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Jun 29, 2013 - 11:39am PT
Summer of '67. I had just graduated from high school and was spending my last summer at home with my folks in Mexico City. Working at a radio production studio and reading in the papers about a huge hippie gathering in Woodstock, NY before moving to Boulder in the Fall.

Now the Summer of '68, I could tell you some stories!!
splitter

Trad climber
SoCal Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Jun 29, 2013 - 02:12pm PT
...25 cent spaghetti dinners from the back window of Maynards
Wow, i remember that place well. In fact, it saved my sorry ass that very summer '67 (i had just finished my junior year in HS).

My folks had gone back east to Canada for a month at the start of summer and left me in charge of the hacienda. And when they got back i had quit my job and wouldn't get a haircut. My pop gave me 1 week to do both. But, when a week came and went and then two, i figured he was gonna cut me (total beach/surf bum) some slack. Boy did i guess wrong. I came home one evening after a long day at the beach and all hell broke loose. Never saw him so pissed-off before or since. He kicked my sorry butt out before dinner that night. Probably one of the best things that ever happened to me (one of those essential life lessons learned the hard way). I was totally broke and had only the cloths on my back (& my surfboard). Slept in the bushes at Sunset Cliffs the first night, and was to hungry to even think about surfing the next morning. So I hid my board and hitched to MB (Mission Beach) and scored a job with this construction crew framing an apartment complex. The boss d00d had me humping & hanging beams all day (hard & heavy work, especially on an empty stomach). Wouldn't give me a red cent until payday...that's where Maynards came in, btw! I had just turned 18 at the start of summer, but still had my senior year in HS ahead of me, so i still had a student deferment (S1/cuz the draft was in full effect). But, it became fairly clear very quick that i wasn't gonna be able to return to school at the end of summer and still support myself. And therefore, I would'a been nabbed by Uncle Sam...like pronto. Fortunately, near the end of summer, i got word through the grapevine that i was welcome back home if i had plans to return to school (it was either that or Nam). I was a very compliant and happy camper after that.

edit: i also had a lot more respect for my father. he had gotten a similar eviction notice and got booted with only the cloths on his back and zero funds (except a one way train ticket to Toronto, which was 1,000 mi away) from his father on the eve of his 14th birthday...and never looked (or went) back home for many years after that. when he arrived in Toronto, he said he walked all day and night until he got out into the country and took a job on a farm (only kind of work he new other than fishing) until winter set in. he than jumped a train/crossed the border and followed the yellow brick road to NYCNY/Hell's Kitchen and began an apprenticeship as a carpenter at the ripe old age of 14 y.o.! that was in 1917 (he was born in Sept '03)!

Just saying that the whole 'summer of love' generation had it pretty damn easy with a primary focus on 'tuning in, turning on & dropping out' which equated to love beads, panhandling, scoring 'free love'/sex, cheap dope and and thinking you were cooler than sh#t in the process. but it was 'the greatest generation' that paved the way for all of our excesses...and we thought that they were fools. wudeVah...

Twistedcrank - sorry to hear about that. i got a bad case of acne, that was fortunately limited to my back, at around 19-20 y.o.! had to take tetracycline (an antibiotic). 3 purple and yellow capsules 3x a day. i went surfing one morning, when i was 21, with just board, full wetsuit, dog and 3 capsules of tetracycline in a baggy with a few raisins to help stomach them. 6 days later they dropped all charges and cut me loose (six days in felony/G-tank in county jail) after the results came back that it wasn't speed (or whatever other street drug they were sure that it was). i walked all the way home (about 5 miles) in my wetsuit (full suit) and barefeet, nothing else. there was a notice in my mailbox from the dog pound that they were going to put my dog down the morning before. i rushed down to the shelter first thing in the morning and was extremely relieved to find out they had postponed his execution until that morning...talk about close calls.

Locker - "I was 12" - my nephew was 12 the first time he took "acid". i was 19 and it was the following summer '68 (actually it was a horse cap of mescaline/about the size of yer thumb to the 1st knuckle). one and only time...although i have to admit, it was a "blast" to say the least. plus, as i was told, most people have/had a "blast" when they wisely split a horse cap, but i was greedy, lol! btw, the OP, as he has testified, has you beat by 4 years, since he 1st dropped at the "wise old age" of 8 y.o!

EDIT: talk about lame cops, as soon as he saw the three purple and yellow caps he didn't ask me a thing about them and just stuck them in his pocket. but, he must have asked me at least a half a dozen times, "Are you sure these raisins aren't spiked?" i new that no matter what i told him or how many times i let him see my back, that i was going for a ride, etc! btw, sorry about the thread drift.
TwistedCrank

climber
Dingleberry Gulch, Ideeho
Jun 29, 2013 - 02:23pm PT
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.
locker

Social climber
Some Rehab in Bolivia
Jun 29, 2013 - 02:31pm PT


1967...

First year I took "Acid"... (I was 12)

Fun as hell year!!!...

;-)
socialclimber

Trad climber
CA
Jun 29, 2013 - 02:48pm PT
my dad turned 11... and had a remarkably similar look to Clint from the pic he posted...

Charles
TMJesse

Mountain climber
Olympia, WA
Jun 29, 2013 - 03:02pm PT
Little Yosemite Valley
Little Yosemite Valley
Credit: TMJesse
on the way to Half Dome

John Harpole, 1967
John Harpole, 1967
Credit: TMJesse
At Disneyland with Harpole on my 10th BD, 1967
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Jun 29, 2013 - 04:24pm PT
A brief note on the Music and the Brothers of Merced...circa S.O.L.
The Nimitz Freeway.
The Nimitz Freeway.
Credit: mouse from merced
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!
go-B

climber
Hebrews 1:3
Jun 29, 2013 - 04:49pm PT
photo not found
Missing photo ID#308918
Gary

Social climber
Desolation Basin, Calif.
Jun 29, 2013 - 05:20pm PT
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.
tom Carter

Social climber
Jun 29, 2013 - 08:36pm PT
Anyone remember the Flaming Groovies???

Nice list of songs!!!

Yes it was a remarkable summer - I was 15.....
zBrown

Ice climber
Brujo de La Playa
Sep 5, 2013 - 08:37pm PT
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.





Credit: zBrown

Marriage of Eldridge and Kathllen



technically, 1963 but 1967 nonetheless


ditto 1968






Hardman Knott

Gym climber
Muir Woods National Monument, Mill Valley, Ca
Sep 6, 2013 - 09:19am PT
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.
jgill

Boulder climber
Colorado
Sep 6, 2013 - 12:25pm PT
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.
patrick compton

Trad climber
van
Sep 6, 2013 - 12:47pm PT
Wasn't born til 70, but this is an amazing film of a story I never knew:

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/searching_for_sugar_man/
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