Posted on 08/23/2009 1:16:35 PM PDT by pabianice
Someone recently asked me if I had attended the Woodstock Concert in 1969. I had to disappoint them by telling them I was in Navy flight training and about to go to Navy SERE School (one reason we vets laugh so hard when the Dems claim we've been "torturing" the guests at Gitmo by denying them a private swimming pool and making them eat gourmet dinners off plastic plates).
For those of us who are over 50, where were you during the mud, drug, desease, and feces-soaked "expression of universal love" the end of August in 1969 that has attained mythic status among the Leftists?
I was working an army boat out of Okinawa at the time.
A playpen..I guess.. was almost 3.
I was at home terrorizing other 3 year olds and my sisters at the time.
The year after I was discharged. I was home in Illinois working hard. Woodstock was a non-event to me.
I was 8 years old, happily riding my pony, playing with my dog and climbing my Jungle Gym in the back yard.
Then my dad lost his marbles and took us to see Canada that summer.
We landed in a travel trailer park filled with filthy stinking draft-dodging stoned hippies who screamed like apes and danced naked around trash can bonfires all night.
My dad had to escort me, my mom and grandma to the bathrooms all night long because the park had no hookups.
It was as close to a vision of Hell as I ever want to see and taught me everything I needed to know about “the left”.
I did. I didn't even hear about Woodstock until long after it was nothing but mud and ruts in an empty field.
I had just turned 15, so lets see, oh year, I was being a kid.
At the age of 10, I was still playing with my Barbie dolls and listening to my parents complain about all the hippies.
A few years later I married one, hippie that is, and I learned how really useless hippies are.!!
I was about to start 2nd grade, but my hippie cousins did inspire me to ask my parents if I could let my hair grow longer (a flat top was mandatory for all males in my household at that time).
I was given permission to let it grow as long as my ear lobes remained visible and it did not touch my collar or eyebrows. Ahh..the rebellious days of the Summer Of ‘69.
I was home with husband and family. Being so grateful to GOD that I wasan’t a part of that circus.
My husband, son and I were in the middle of a PCS from beautiful Anchorage, Ak to Kadena AFB,Okinawa.
We got to Kadena at 9am and nearly passed out from the
heat and humidity but we got accustomed to it and really
enjoyed our 2 1/2 years there almost as much as our 3 years
in Alaska.
I for one was at Ft Gordon taking signal courses.
Got to see Arnold Palmer play Agusta,that was big
stuff back then
Know I`m getting a bit weary of this dam Woodstock
aniversary
Waiting roadside with my 25 cents for the ice cream man?
Middle of 2n.
After getting married in 1967, we were raising 2 young children. Husband was working at GE, after graduating from their Apprentice Course. We knew if we could only ‘someday’ make $10,000 a year, we would have it made and be on easy street! LOL! Woodstock was a non event for us and all of our friends.
Laying asphalt in Northern Virginia and consuming much Budweiser.
Had already done my 8+, some of it in ‘exotic’ lands.
Had no use for the ‘Woodstock Crowd’ or their ilk.
I was delivering a mulatto child in darkest Kenya. Can’t recall his name at the moment but I could tell at birth he was an arrogant, conceited little bastard!
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