The Sixties

The Peace Sign, brought to light for me in the 60’s.

My husband and I signed up for a class through Elder Collegium entitled The 1960’s – A Shared Experience. A friend of ours teaches the class, and has taught it several times. We always thought it sounded intriguing, so now was the time to sign up.

 The 1960’s was a tumultuous decade, and the hippie generation. I was just 7 years old when it began and ten years later I was in high school. Sorry to say, I was pretty oblivious as to what was happening around me at that time, outside my own little idyllic (perceived?) world of childhood memories living in a safe, wonderful neighborhood. Now I am ready, and excited, to learn more about this time period.

The class is interactive. After introductions during the first session, our task was to each share a few memories about how the 1960’s impacted us. Of course, there are the top events that we all remember from that decade… the assassinations, the civil rights movement, the Viet Nam War, and the music!!! The words people used in describing their experiences brought back even more memories for me as we shared around the room. For instance, the draft, Control Data and the first super computer, the Labor Temple in Minneapolis, roller rinks, hitch hiking, the Twist, the space program, muscle cars and so much more.

This photo of me in a field of daisies was taken in Upper Michigan in 1963. My mother had it enlarged and framed for us. Four years later, in 1967, I wore a daisy in my hair in San Francisco.

When it was my turn, I told my experience of being a flower child. I rode in an airplane for the first time 1967 and I was 14 years old. I flew with my mother to visit her sister in San Francisco.  (A side note: at that time you were expected to dress up on airplanes.) The song San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair) was a popular song at the time, so I put a daisy in my hair when we landed in San Francisco. Not really knowing what it meant, I was a flower child for a short time! The class laughed (and no, I don’t have a picture).

I look forward to the next 8 weeks…learning history in a way that is meaningful.