I’m disturbed to think that a museum has been raised to glorify mud, drugs, nudity, sex ect, ect. I was 20 during this time and already married and pregnant with my second child so I pretty much had my head in the diaper pail during Woodstock but of course was aware of it. There is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for honoring music so I can’t really see the need for this museum. But perhaps I’m a bit irritated by the anti-war sentiment as my husband was in Kha San fighting with the Marines during the “love fest”. I would like for those who go to see the Woodstock museum to also spend some time at the Wall in Washington DC. There was more going on in life in those days than drugs and music. Lots more.

I never got to Woodstock but was in the traffic jam created by it for several hours in 1969. The traffic jam was unbelievable! But in those days my mind was not focussed on Woodstock. We had just seen American astronauts walk on the moon. A few weeks later we heard of some terrible murders in California, Sharon Tate and others. Personally, I was preparing to move to California. I loved the music, but the traffic jam was, well, not very green. The song I was playing that summer was Give Peace a Chance. Still, I do like that the made the effort to memorialize the concert and that it can still be “seen” without the mud, without the chaos. Although I understand from people who got to the concert that the chaos was part of the charm. I think the earmarks process is bizarre, especially now that hardly anyone in Congress reads the bills they vote on. We can do so much better!

I just read this topic and the photos were fun. Did you all notice that it is all held in SULLIVAN County…LOL. I know that I should be there now! J. Sullivan

This isn’t the first time when a subject surrounding the 1960s has been selected by wOw as a topic of discussion. There is generally a nostalgic feel to most of the posts about the era, the protest against the War in VietNam, the drugs, the music - when Rock & Roll became Rock only - and a sense of camaraderie to our youth and breakaway from conformity. Okay. Then there is me. My posts are not enthusastic about the 1960s and the ugliness I saw on the streets of Berkeley, about the tears I shed when I visited the Naval Hospital in Oakland or even about some of the music that went way beyond my comfort level. Rock was at war with Disco and then the folksingers joined in. “Blowing in the Wind” and “Puff the Magic Dragon”. There was music for everyone and it was everywhere! In future I am going to refrain from raining on this parade of “weren’t the 60s great” and “you should have been there, man”. People like to reminisce about the good times and I do too but I see the 1960s through different eyes than many here. I have one more brief comment before I leave this discussion and meet you on other threads at wOw. Hippies were not ‘flower children” nor were they the “yippies”. Hippies were dangerous people who wanted to destroy America. They hated America and they hated the America GIs. They hated you if you did not agree with them. They hated clothes, religion (unless their own) and capitalism. These are the people with whom I came into daily contact. I think it is now fitting that every year on Halloween, I generally see a couple of young teenagers dressed as hippies as they depart for their costumed parties. And that is simple justice.