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That "Summer Of Love," my family and myself went west, we got as far as Utah before heading back.
My Mom and Dad took these home movies of the trip.
The Royal Gorge, Mormon Tabernacle, Yellowstone and "Bedrock" in South Dakota.
Skittles
(153,113 posts)my favorite GI brat pit stop! Loved it.
jimfields33
(15,693 posts)Alpeduez21
(1,749 posts)it doesn't matter where I was. I know there were lots of cool places to be though.
elleng
(130,732 posts)being an adult.
being a kid.
Actually, we lived in the suburb of Downers Grove. It was a nice place to be kid in those days.
elleng
(130,732 posts)law school (after 1968 Democratic convention!)
(Lived in Hyde Park, Obama's neighborhood.)
Haggard Celine
(16,834 posts)Where are you before you're born?
50 Shades Of Blue
(9,920 posts)Arkansas Granny
(31,507 posts)on the evening news.
rsdsharp
(9,137 posts)I spent it playing baseball.
MontanaMama
(23,295 posts)living in the mountains around Bend, OR with my dad who was a ranger for the USFS.
chowder66
(9,055 posts)Freddie
(9,256 posts)Playing with the neighborhood kids and just being a kid. We got Life magazine and I remember reading about hippies.
Mr.Bill
(24,238 posts)I lived in San Jose, about 50 miles from San Francisco. One of my friends had just moved to San Francisco with his family. I visited him a few weekends that summer, so I can say I was actually in the Haight Ashbury for the Summer of Love. Being only 14 at the time, I don't consider myself to have been a participant, but rather an observer. I did smoke my first marijuana that summer, though.
I remember thinking it was a really great party. I also remember thinking every teenager in the counry can't just run away and come here. That just wouldn't work.
sinkingfeeling
(51,438 posts)New Orleans and saw my first 'girlie' show. I was 18.
TreasonousBastard
(43,049 posts)pidge
(274 posts)madamesilverspurs
(15,798 posts)Learning to love living by the ocean after Dad's job moved us from Colorado and New Mexico. First year of college, spent much time having my eyes opened by the new surroundings. Got a job at Ports o' Call in the glassblower shop, learned that craft and worked it for thirty years.
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Tikki
(14,549 posts)We lived in Seattle until he was drafted into the U S Army less than a year later.
The Tikkis
Backseat Driver
(4,380 posts)I walked across Royal Gorge's wooden plank bridge (no cars allowed) and visited Estes Park and Rocky Mtn Natl Park over the next summer - the 1968 family vacation - I seem to remember a paved road to Leadville in a canyon beside a river, perhaps, and so sparse, hot and dry, and always going up. Sedgewick CO was the tiniest town I've ever encountered on a dirt road off the highway where we stopped at a General Store having a dark wide-planked wooden floor and wooden shelves holding canned stuff and hardware. There were bulk covered barrels in front of a wooden bar-like counter and a red brick Post Office across the street; think it had a population of 43 according to signage and folks there lived in smaller frame homes and mobile homes even farther off the street which we did not investigate-it somehow seemed that we'd be invading their snug/secure privacy - but not a McMansion or a Timber Frame with stone and glass to be seen anywhere. Wish someone had taken a photo or two. It's been in the memory bank in my head ever since. Dad said, "Absolutely not!" to driving up Pike's Peak. He said we'd need to back all the way down if we encountered another daredevil trying it, LOL!
Rhiannon12866
(204,778 posts)And thanks for sharing the great video, looks like a fascinating trip!
Lady Freedom Returns
(14,120 posts)I was born under the Carter administration.
Laurelin
(518 posts)I think that's the same family vacation I took in 67, though it might have been 66 or 68. Still wild.
Archae
(46,301 posts)Gas was cheap, and campgrounds were advertised a lot.
We had a station wagon (4 kids and 2 adults,) and a pull-behind pop-up camper.
pfitz59
(10,302 posts)Placerville California to Naugatuck Connecticut and back. 7 kids, mom, dad and a babysitter. Adventure of a lifetime.
wnylib
(21,340 posts)at my own party and with others at their parties.
cloudbase
(5,511 posts)Well, somebody had to be there.
malthaussen
(17,175 posts)If only I'd been there after Chuck Noll took over the Steelers...
-- Mal
Nittersing
(6,347 posts)Marthe48
(16,898 posts)1967 wasn't too bad
Nice video. My Mom and Gram drove with us 5 kids from Cleveland to N.M. and back in 1957. We had relatives there. On the way, we saw Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone, Grand Canyon, Petrified Forest, Great Salt Lake, and the Tabernacle. I turned 5 on the trip and my younger brother turned 4. I think it was almost a month of travel. 1957 Chevy Nomad station wagon.
Silver Gaia
(4,541 posts)I was 12. My family had just moved there from Arkansas and I was sooooo happy about it! I went to lots of concerts of my favorite teeny-bopper bands that summer, some that were opened by bands that would later eclipse them and become superstars, like The Who opening for Herman's Hermits. What an experience!
malthaussen
(17,175 posts)Too young to have fun.
-- Mal
Fla Dem
(23,587 posts)myccrider
(484 posts)between junior and senior year of HS, going to the beach and parties, practicing with the cheer squad, going to cheerleading camp at Lake Tahoe.
I didnt become a hippie until the summer of 68.
brooklynite
(94,341 posts)Ive been everywhere else in the meantime
Buckeye_Democrat
(14,852 posts)My birth was over a month late too, so I was in no hurry to join the love.
AngryOldDem
(14,061 posts)I was in second grade and had an absolutely horrible teacher she did not have the temperament for this grade level. She made me physically ill from the stress, so my doctor prescribed a sedative that got me through the day. I would come home and literally crash on the couch until dinner.
I can remember 1966, and definitely 1968, but 1967 is a complete blank.
OriginalGeek
(12,132 posts)we lived in Sarasota, FL near the beach in a little cinderblock house that had linoleum tile floors. Rode my tricycle all over that house. No AC but I don't remember that bothering me.
I still have a good sized burn scar on my upper thigh from riding my trike into the kitchen to get a carrot slice without knowing my mom had set up a TV tray with an electric skillet (it's all the counter space she had) full of frying chicken. It dumped right in my lap burning me from chest to knees. Had I not been wearing a diaper I most likely would be a eunuch. All but that thigh burn healed and disappeared and that one is a little faded but still obvious.
rurallib
(62,380 posts)mnhtnbb
(31,374 posts)since I had gotten my CA drivers license on my birthday that spring. I spent a lot of time that summer driving myself to volunteer at the community hospital in La Jolla, which was about a 20 minute drive from home. I would continue to volunteer at the hospital on Saturday mornings during the school year for the next two years. Then, after I graduated high school in June 1969, the hospital hired me for my first full time summer job as a replacement nursing unit clerk so the regular clerks could have summer vacations. I went back two more summers--between Freshman/Sophomore and Sophomore/Junior years--for the same job when I came back from UCLA to live at home those summers.
That whole area in north San Diego County has changed so much over the last 50 years.
csziggy
(34,131 posts)From 1965 to 1970, that was pretty much my life. I spent every moment I could on my horse riding cross country in Central Florida.
LeftInTX
(25,126 posts)Was obsessed with the Monkees..
Then, my dad came back from Vietnam and we moved from Philly area to California. We had a trailer and that thing was the bane of my existence. My brother socked me in the stomach and I got sick. We stayed in Vegas on the way and my dad said, "This will teach you never to gamble", as he put coins in the slot machine, he got a small jackpot. We all started laughing. Then we got to California and had to stay at a decrepit trailer park for a few weeks. Then, we got our house and I started 6th grade, but I sat next to a bratty boy who wanted to know when I was gonna shave my armpits.....Hello, my mom was strict and she wouldn't let me....
So much for the Summer of Love....
Raven
(13,877 posts)Mad_Dem_X
(9,547 posts)I was in southern New Jersey, with my parents.