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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsOn Being a Sort-of Hippie, circa 1968-72 - Different Times
I'm not sure exactly what qualified one to be a hippie. The definition at the time was unclear, as were many definitions of many things, as I remember.
Being in one's 20s and in or near a college or university during the late 1960s, I'd think, would be one of the requirements. Maybe smoking more grass than was good for you, too. Maybe consuming some other assorted chemicals that affect the brain, as well.
I did all of those things, as well as wearing my hair long and my clothing oddly. But, I also bought a house in 1974, and eked out a living in a legitimate way. I guess I was a sort-of hippie, along with my then wife. She was probably more of one than I was, really. She was, and remains, a feminist, and we're still friends, although we took different paths after 17 years together. Here's a story from those days that demonstrates that finding definitions, including the definition of feminism, was difficult, really.
Before we bought our tiny little house, we lived in a rental house near Morro Bay, CA. It had an ancient septic tank that frequently needed attention. The absentee landlord, who lived in another state, trusted me to call someone to deal with it and paid the bills for the work. The guy who did septic tank pumping in town was an older guy with some odd ideas about manners and the like.
One time when he came to that house, after I had dug a hole big enough to give him access to the top of the tank, he was standing near that hole, about to start pumping the tank out. He was smoking a cigarette, holding it between the fingers of a big yellow rubber glove that looked like it had seen much service around septic tanks. Disconcerting, that cigarette was.
My then wife, curious about the inner workings of a septic tank, walked up and was standing next to the septic tank guy, looking down into the hole like we were doing. Septic tank guy looked over at her and, after a minute, said:
"So, missy...you one of those loose-titty hippie girls?"
No doubt, the question probably came from looking at her, since she was dressed in a loose fitting top, which probably exposed her breasts while she was bent over slightly, looking down into the hole. Unflappable, not to mention bra-less, as always, she smiled at the septic tank guy and said:
"Well, I suppose I am, now that you mention it."
Everyone laughed. The tank got pumped. We got on with our lives, but now had a story about the septic tank guy. Those were good, if strange, times!
Note: This post, in a slightly different form exists in another thread of mine on a different topic. So, I reposted it as an OP.
calimary
(81,220 posts)MineralMan
(146,288 posts)Half a century ago, almost. Times were quite different, although we did have a lousy excuse for a President then, too. Perhaps we can convince Donwald to pull a Nixon. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
dameatball
(7,397 posts)erronis
(15,241 posts)Didn't know what was happening to the music scene back then.
Don't understand the current scene. Guess that's what happens over the years.
(Still like classical the best.)
Freddie
(9,265 posts)I was between 6th and 10th grades for those years. Missed the fun I guess.
Merlot
(9,696 posts)Growing up, I thought the late 60's was how life was supposed to be.
Gen Jones, indeed.
comradebillyboy
(10,144 posts)I joined the Air Force. Didn't care for military life but I did my duty. GI Bill covered most of my graduate school expenses when I got out in 1974.
mitch96
(13,895 posts)In early '69 I was in Radiologic Tech training at a local hospital right after I got my draft card. I got called up for the draft and Sister Alice (Catholic hospital program) went to the draft board to plead my case.. Finally got a deferment but had to go for the physical.. which I flunked. Then my draft number was way up there.. like 340 something so everybody before me was going.. Then LBJ had this thing where if you VOLUNTEERED and were not called you were taken off the list.. I did not get called ...
I wasn't much of a protester but I sure did look the part.. My ex Navy father was always giving me shit about my hair and the colleges I visited with all them "hop heads"
He cracked me UP!!
Many stories me and my friends (still friends after 50 years!) talk about that I'll not reveal here!!! Good times.. I'm surprised I'm still alive cause after some of the shit we pulled we all should be dead...
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The Figment
(494 posts)We didn't want to be known as "Hippies" as they were "Peaceniks" and we were more of the Black Sabbath, Aerosmith or Led Zeppelin types.
I went form being a "Led Head" to a Deadhead by graduation in 1976!
This is us back then...
walkingman
(7,606 posts)My college years were a blur of fun and work. I was able to pay my way through with no debt just working at the University Hospital Medical Records 3-11 shift. Got a good job.....Then came Reagan and the US turned nasty. It's gone downhill since then in my opinion. Work was fun and we all seemed to get along and then the divisiveness began and just seems to have gotten worse. I personally blame my generation (baby boomers) for this mess we find ourselves. I'm getting too old to change the world but still keep trying.
Totally Tunsie
(10,885 posts)No one has a sense of humor anymore. We used to be able to laugh at ourselves and actually enjoy it.
MineralMan
(146,288 posts)To the septic tank guy, it was sort of a logical question. He didn't ask it in a sarcastic or obviously insulting way. He never said much at all, really. My then wife apparently saw it as just a question, found it amusing, and answered it. The reality was that she actually was, and identified as, a "loose titty hippie girl." The guy saw that, so he asked. I'm sure he meant no insult. He just saw her as different, somehow.
Several years later, in the mid 1980s, I was writing a woodworking book. My editor shipped me a newfangled PC clone computer, because the book was going to be done, print-ready, on the computer, with no power manuscript. One of the first of its kind. Anyhow, he flew out to California to show me how the formatting, etc. would be done. I had already been studying that, so I was ahead of the game.
Anyhow, I suggested that I show him some of the sights on the California coat, where I lived. He was from Minnesota. One of the places I drove him to was a very scenic cove, not far from my home. It was January, but a nice warm day. We got there, parked and started walking down the beach toward the water.
There was someone sunbathing on the beach, a woman, clearly not wearing a bathing suit. I changed our direction a little, so as not to alarm her. Just then, she looked up at us, and then stood up and said, "Hi, George!" It was a friend of mine and my wife's. I waved, said hi to her, but didn't change our direction. She resumed her sunbathing.
Later, my editor commented, "Things really ARE different in California!"
Totally Tunsie
(10,885 posts)MineralMan
(146,288 posts)athena
(4,187 posts)when women were treated like they were playthings, and they didnt even mind it!
I think your wife made the right decision.
MineralMan
(146,288 posts)The guy was from another time and mindset. We weren't. Her answer satisfied him just fine. He was a pretty simple man, really. I suppose you would have had to be there.
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MineralMan
(146,288 posts)USAF 1965-69.
yortsed snacilbuper
(7,939 posts)happened when I returned to San Francisco and was welcomed by war demonstrators?
MineralMan
(146,288 posts)I had no time for such people. The were misinformed. Stupid.
Return to Sanity
(11 posts)As well as other things. Plus, many of those passing through Ft Benning were anti war and beautiful people caught in a terrible net.
I had friends that died over there and would never give a vet coming home anything other than "Thank god you made it back!"