I do know that there are a few of us here in these halls of SC that are of the “hippie” generation.. Or should I say “de-generation”? LOL
Oh, the years of the 60’s and 70’s, to me there was nothing like it.. Never ending youth and fun. A good time to be had by all without having to look very far for the fun.
It was also a time of war and sadness and death. Viet Nam war was such a huge debate for the US at the time. Right or wrong, I still have not forgotten the people that lost their lives there and also for the ones that came home without a life to find.
Anyway, this blog has not much to do with that, but to do with the hippie in me. Yes, I would like to consider myself still an “ole hippie”, not to be confused with the ole hippie in Willie Nelson.. No, not that old! LOL Although I do like some of his older songs.
I am recalling the clothes we wore.. Those old bell bottom hip hugging pants? The wider the bell the greater the pants were. The shorter the top tied at the midriff the better. All flowers and wild colors one would not dare to wear today.. Or maybe they would. We also became the braless generation.. Ah, freedom everywhere.
I see from time to time, as I walk through a store, some of this coming back “in style”.. a bit different, but still the same. The tie died shirts, the “low rise” jeans, the wide leg pant bottoms.. Oh dare we not call them bell bottoms!!
I have no real point to this post, I am just rambling and thinking about those good old days of flower children, good music, and fun times. I also do realize that there was the not so popular drug fests that went on as well.. And the huge deal with Woodstock. Oh how I wished I had gone when I had the chance. I’d be one of those legends!
Remember the songs?
Well here is a couple:



