Central New York History day is coming up this Saturday, and while I chose not to attend (volunteer vs. make money, guess which one I picked), I have been helping Scott get ready for it. One of the categories is papers that young people write. This one paper said something like this, ‘I read a book about 1968, and now I totally understand the 60′s.’
Okay.
Really?
I *lived* through it, albiet as a young child, and I still don’t get it. Could someone please explain it to me? Thank you very much.
My older brother and me. This is scanned from a really lousy slide, but it expresses well how I feel about the 60′s, a very scary, strange and psychedelic decade.
Mar 12, 2009 @ 00:01:47
That’s one trippy photo.
Duuuude.
Mar 12, 2009 @ 06:35:50
It was definitely a time of transformation… in an in your face way, no less! SO much angst against the establishment. Egads.
Mar 13, 2009 @ 01:03:51
Love that photo. Psychedelic, indeed. Yea, I don’t get the 60′s much myself, I guess.
Mar 13, 2009 @ 20:15:30
I agree! I do remember the sixties very clearly. I was approaching my teens during some revolutions! No one can understand the 60′s completely. Not even those who lived through it’s psychedelic funk…
Mar 17, 2009 @ 15:56:10
Your photo is very reminiscent of the 60′s
I do remember them very well – perhaps better than what I had for breakfast today. My 60′s were so different from the rest of the world even though we were on a college campus – the people I knew were too busy getting degrees and having children to protest every day