I’m officially on vacation and am taking this opportunity to post a 5-part “Retro” series….about me.
People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
“My Generation”….The Who
I’m opening up a little window here … normally I’m a pretty private person, but I think that it’s about time that my readers get to know a little bit more about “grandmom.”
Now I wasn’t born this age, although my kids think I was. Once upon a time, I was young, like many of my readers, with dreams and aspirations, like so many dewy-eyed young things.
Life and experience though, sometimes makes you jaded, and sometimes you just have to let go of those dreams.
So, I’m going to be sitting on the Veranda this week, sipping what-eva I feel like. Sometime it might be lemonade, and sometimes it might be well, shall we say – stronger.
This month commemorates the 40th anniversary of . The festival was held in at ‘s farm in 1969. I was 17 years old then. Although I appreciated the music genre, there was no way in hell that I would be allowed to make the trek to that festival, even if I wanted to go.
In the late 1960s, I recall the great musicians of Woodstock –, , , John Sebastian, Canned Heat, Greatful Dead, , Sly and The Family Stone, The Who, Jefferson Airplane, Joe Cocker, The Band, Blood Sweat and Tears, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young … and on and on and on
All those groups I grew up listening to – still do, and I’m sure many of you recognize those familiar songs that perhaps your parents listened to over the years.
But they were from MY Generation, and how in the world did 40 years go by so damn fast?
Here I am in the late 1960s,
My younger brother, who grew up to become a professional photo-journalist, took this in my Poncho-wearing era, circa 1968
And here I am, again,
Now here’s my high school graduation picture from 1970 – like the Sassoon haircut thatmade popular? I wore that hairstyle for years – even after I grew it longer, I’d always go back to it.
Here I am in my freshman year of college with the gals from my dorm floor – (end, far right) I went to an all-girl’s college in Massachusetts – right smack in the middle of theera – .
So if you’ve ever wondered where I get my Feminist leanings from, wonder no longer. Women my age fought hard for the rights that all the young gals of today take for granted. (See previous posts if you’re curious)
and this …
(1971) bell bottom hip hugger pants, peasant blouse, boots and a cigarette
shows that this Baby Boomer grandmom wasn’t born looking like I do now – I’ve earned every gray hair and wrinkle (though dang few) that life has thrown at me.
So now, tell me what you think.
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