Not too many days ago, someone asked a question that several of us answered: What is a DFH?
For those of us who were part of the everyday scene in the 60′s, that was easy. Many of us were, and all of us knew about, the Dirty F**king Hippies. How to explain what that actually meant is yet another thing.
The times were opening up new concepts of our social responsibility, when we were just at the time of getting our wings as young people. From the ticky tacky of the 50′s, with its conformity and Leave it to Beaver ideals, we were beginning to see, and our media was beginning to talk about, the very bad things beneath the surface.
Our Military Industrial Complex had become an operative drain on the sources of social responsibility our government was supposed to provide. While a national highway system and excellent educational system were a source of pride, the budget in our capitol was being skewed to the ends of deception, and in warring on other countries Vietnam had been inserted into our sites as The Enemy while the Cold War was winding down.
From McCarthyism, we had developed cynicism toward political demagoguery. Yet, a high point of heroism in freeing the world from Nazi crimes had left a patina of high ideals that our military took and ran away with, putting its budget off limits and not even reporting to the Congress that poured our treasury into its pockets.
When the young people in the U.S. turned to demonstrating against the evils of an older society, in the civil rights and anti-war movements, it was a break that left established powers fearful and resistant to their upcoming generation. The long hair and loose clothing that became our costume disturbed and offended adults who spent their lives trying to fit in with what they’d considered ideal.
We were the DFH’s, and free love was sometimes confused with high ideals, for us and especially for those who tried to keep us down. Some of us went the Haight Asbury route, smoked pot and slept around. Some of us did a little of that, and mostly demonstrated against the evils while joining with the better routes society took. Many of us got into politics, married or moved in with people like us, raised families with social consciences, and actually did well economically.
What are we now? Look around you. There are a lot of us here, and in the blogs, still working to make the world a better place, and still critical of the evils that what are now known as the 1%, or the PTB, or the MOTU, work on what could and should be a good world.
If you’re young, we hope you keep trying. If you’re aging, we are trying to make the way as manageable forward into comfortable living as possible.
Hello, fellow DFHs – what did I leave out?





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Morning, pups. Flower power! still a lovely time.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flower_power
“…what did I leave out?”
LSD!!
Morning everyone. What this country needs is a rebirth of flower power.
Good morning, Ruth. I was a young married woman in the 60s, so I probably was a DFH in spirit, but in those days I was pretty conventional and we were trying to make ends meet, so I wasn’t politically active.
We did smoke a little bit of pot, though. Socially, much like we drink wine now at parties.
Me, too, but my little son went to march for peace, too. Getting by was so much less a slog uphill for us then, it’s just heartbreaking what the equivalent today would be.
Actually, I thought about “Tune in, Turn on, Drop out.” But that was pretty much a fringe element, that really didn’t go into the mainstream of us DFH’s.
“In Boulder, hippies learned to share; we learned that we really were our brothers’ keepers. Whether we knew it or not, lots of us tried to emulate Christ’s life, and share what we had, and accept help from others when they had, and we didn’t. Many learned to meditate, to value peace and broader humanistic values. We learned the most insidious lesson of all: to question authority. Some of the protests led to absurd take-overs of government buildings, they were well-intentioned, but half-baked, and really did no harm. But the actions often gleaned attention for unconventional arguments which gained popularity among the public.”
“Later the Boomers began posing questions about mind-body issues, i.e. “Were mind and body discrete entities, or could they be inter-related, and what are alternative ways we can get and stay healthy?”
http://tpmcafe.talkingpointsmemo.com/talk/blogs/wendy_davis/2009/08/please-dont-bury-the-woodstock.php
Many of us were trying to live with minimal creature comforts. Our appearance therefore, did not always meet the social norm at the time. Hence, the “dirty” in DFH
What could have been? If there had been the means to communicate those blossoming ideals; the internet, facebook, twitter, FIRE DOG LAKE
Fly on mister businessman, you can’t dress like me.
Good morning.
I really think the ‘dirty’ part was just the Newts of the day, projecting ugliness when they were offended by idealism.
What a pleasant surprise you have for us oldsters this morning Ruth. Thank you.
Here is a real live DHF protesting in the face of the rapidly approaching National Gaurd. The DHF in the middle of the hand holding line is our own beloved CBL.
very nicely done ruth!
I wasn’t actually a dfh during the dfh era, although i loved the beatles I also thought (at the time) we belonged in viet nam, my family had a military backround and I was not against our armed forces at all.
I was an athlete and a “tough guy” and athletes and tough guys weren’t considered dfh’s
but I ran with the dfh’s too, loved the culture and what were defined as “the liberal” attitudes toward social issues
so I was a mix, I had “hitter” friends and “hippy” friends, these were the two words we used in my group for the two distinctive types of kids, I happened to be both
here’s an interesting story
my dad, a strong headed conservative from a military back round absolutely refused letting me serve in the viet nam war, surprisingly, he knew it was bull crap and kids were dying for nothing.
he said straight up;
“before they draft you we will be moving to canada, you will NOT fight this war”
I of course argued the point, I thought the war was justified, he did not but did not.
I got lucky, the draft was over months before my lottery was going to be held.
but here I am today, pretty much as hard lined dfh as you can find, though I continue to believe the things we dfh’s really want happen to be conservative
we want to conserve our economy, our freedom, our constitution, our environment and even our military integrity
but there’s where the meaning of the word has been corrupted to mean something closer to the antithesis
The prevailing question of the time was, “What is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? You act like one of those hippies.” At least that’s what I heard.
you know, the powers that be started exploiting the the dfhers, laugh in was one way for them to make money off of us
I gotz to tell ya
the boy in me really misses those mini skirts
Yay, CBL, and all you lovely people. Indeed, if we’d had FDL and the internet, we wouldn’t have been up against the media interpretations of what we were about. Might have been much better.
Over a million baby boomers took LSD in the Sixties. Not to mention how it affected the cultural touchstones of the time, including the Beatles, Dylan, the Stones, etc.
Its magic worked its way into the “mainstream” whether you realize it or not.
(Now there is the question of the “coincidence” of CIA MKULTRA LSD experimentation happening to intersect (not necessarily for the better) the anti-war movement, but that might better be left to another forum.)
My (now ex) husband graduated from college and went to work for GM, so conventionality in appearance ruled, but we were sorta hippies at heart.
Not sure where you get the figure of ‘over a million’, but in my experience, there was no access to the actual drugs except by going places we didn’t. Experimentation happened, but not real involvement in the ‘drug scene’.
A lot of the DFHs got married, had kids and “found god”. Mostly I think because though they wanted to raise their kids outside of the church’s influence, when it came to the grandparents, pretending to be religious and indoctrinating their own children was nothing more or less than the path of least resistance. There are some of us who are still around who still reject the notion that convention and conformity are the way to go but there are many, many more for whom convention became their new philosophy.
During the 60s, the U.S. and USSR were testing nuclear explosives approximately every 3 days — both in the atmosphere and underground. That’s a lot of fallout. Every living organism on planet earth has radioisotopes from these tests in their bones.
There was a real sense that nuclear war was going to happen soon. There were crazy-assed air force generals suggesting a first strike. This anxiety, which had been bubbling under the surface for a long time, just erupted in a mass of music, culture, and consciousness expansion.
I was born in 1969, and have no direct memories of the decade. However, I feel remnant vibrations from Woodstock, the Moon Landing, MLK and RFK assassinations, etc.
As someone who experimented with LSD, (and other drugs), I question your characterization. A million people is less than one third of one percent of the population. Hardly “mainstream”…
My family moved from Houston to the SanFrancisco Bay Area in 1959. Coming of age in the shadow of SF in the ’60s was, to say the least, interesting and wonderful.
When I tell younger people now that I saw Santana in a high school gym, for 50 cents, before their first album was released, or the Grateful Dead or The Doors for a dollar or The Jefferson Airplane for free they are truly stunned. Those were indeed vastly different times.
What you left out Ruth is that all you needed to do to be included was show up. All were welcome. At least that was my experience.
I’ve been accused of being a “fringie”, and I’m comfortable with that. But I think the impact of LSD and other psychedelics upon the cultural consciousness of the era cannot be ignored. LSD was in our pop music, in our television programming, in our fashions, in our wallpaper! Yellow Submarine! Laugh-In! Carnaby Street! Paisleys! Purple Haze! Rickie-Tickie Stickies!
Morning, Ruth and Everyone.
DFH here. You might have left out long hair. That was the one thing that my elders went crazy over. The fifties did have some extention, however it was coffed with brillcreme and such. Long, long and longer hair was the hippy way and it looked unkept and untidy to those of the other generation.
Bell bottom Jeans! Before then, you would be hard pressed to find a female in pants at school and jeans were the hot item. Also we all wore beads and leather bracelets.
I was too old, nearing 30 at the time to be a DFH. My peers were into feminism which may turn out to be the only solution in the long run. The y chromosome appears to have a deadly defect.
I think people reaching adulthood in the early sixties were just a few years ahead of the storm. 68 was the date the world changed. You either were a hippy, or a hater. IMO.
Things I remember as being 60′s include peasant blouses and miniskirts, love beads and headbands, but only miniskirts were common around the office. White lipstick, dark eyeliners, sandals, mesh stockings. It was before we learned about tobacco’s contribution to lung disease, and we smoked a lot.
Good morning all.
I was just an innocent bystander…
I’d forgotten about the white lipstick, second only to the feathered haircuts of the seventies in poor taste.
Well, don’t just stand by innocently as the US starts World War III.
Not that you do. I’m just frustrated with the news. :-(
A simple Google search finds this, from The Consumers Union Report on Licit and Illicit Drugs by Edward M. Brecher and the Editors of Consumer Reports Magazine, 1972
I respect your work here on FDL, but since this post is about DFHs, I thought it should be acknowledged that the real DFHs were acidheads.
Actually laughable for people who didn’t take acid to call themselves “hippies” at all. Potheads were potheads. Hippies were acid freaks.
Graduating from HS in 1971, I spent most of the sixties watching it go by. We were ( and I include a large group of friends here) DFH wannabe’s. We made it to a few demonstrations, experimented and were always on the lookout for the free sex we heard so much about on TV. I and a dozen or more of my friends cut school to go to the first Earth Day celebration at Belmont Plateau in Philadelphia.
Growing up brought us shorter hair, less hair and in a few cases no hair, conventional dress, mainstream jobs and children. But we all remain well left of center politically, though more of us are bystanders than activists.
Certainly no one would brand me a DFH by looking at me but it is a moniker I embrace gleefully along with the more recent tag: firebagger.
I was in college in the 60s before we were allowed to wear pants. And this was at OSU, even then a huge state school. NEVER wore pants in high school (not TO school). Jeans of course on weekends.
EDIT to add: I was seriously into miniskirts in the late 60s. I have a photo of myself and my husband (white slacks and huge mutton-chop sideburns and moustache) and my two little ones. I was wearing “hot pants” that barely covered my butt, and a tunic top and bleached blonde hair in a “Jane Fonda” helmet. I shudder at the memory, but I must have thought I was pretty hawt then.
As I recall, the nightly news was a big influence in the 60′s, something today’s activists don’t have as a united, defined, factor. The right wing was not part of respectable society, it was the neanderthal ranters, who since then have set up their own ‘think’ tanks and schools to offset what were good influences that the DFH society represented at its finest.
“… it should be acknowledged that the real DFHs were acidheads.”
Count me in. And I must add that there was one episode that profoundly shaped my world view to this day: we are all connected.
This is PUAC. I’m sure there will be plenty of threads today in which you can express your outrage at us for allowing or encouraging an apocalyptic war. Please don’t use this one for your rant.
A lot of people couldn’t handle LSD mentally, and never fully came back fully from their experience. It all depends on a person’s innate psychology. Among the Beatles, Paul and Ringo regretted taking the drug, while John and George had positive experiences.
Ruth and I were classmates. We didn’t know each other then, but I can attest from her senior photo that she appeared to be the perfect picture of prim propriety. *g*
Well, I’ve always been proud of my DFH status. Hated films like “The Big Chill” which helped to make remorse and shame for once being a DFH fashionable. Hated “Forrest Gump” with its message that DFHs marched for peace when they weren’t too busy phsically abusing women.
and lucky for us that our Imperialist President has continued our warring ways because without BO and HRC gunning for “democracy” around the world, we may not see this headline:
So will we “democratize” Syria and Iran consecutively or concurrently?
(And sorry Ruth, if I’m going OT. I wasn’t sure “pull up a chair” was an open forum, but found this headline marginally relevant…)
Yep. It took a man with the courage and the stature in conservative circles to call out the Birchers. I keep wondering who and where today’s William F Buckley is going to be but most of all I wonder when…
We aren’t. What are you doing besides trolling around looking for someone to bait?
Thank heavens, college was the antidote.
Edit; I should say, that coming from a winger household, I really only encountered, to my real joy, actual ethical behavior there.
What was the best thing before sliced bread?
The only person I knew well who did it, and under very controlled circumstances, i.e. her boyfriend synthesized his own so he knew what was in it and how strong it was, they left an entire weekend day to trip, nonetheless got flashbacks a long time after taking it. Furthermore the trips I heard described by her & by others I didn’t know so well, sounded like my childhood nightmares. There was no way I’d touch the stuff.
If I missed it, please accept my apologies; but it looks like the environmental awareness aspect of DFH-dom was left out (beguiner @21 alludes to it with the observations on rad/nuc stuff) . The “Whole-Earth” ethos was a kind of glue that interconnected issues of the day, and us with each other.
Mornin’, Ruth, pups
Every once in a while I get asked why I don’t cut my hair and assume a more business-like appearance. I only have one reply: “I don’t want anybody to think I’m like you.”
All of the organs of social convention where and still are working overtime to discredit the DFHs. We make them uncomfortable when we point out ugly truths to them. Can’t have that.
LMAO!
I’m much more radicalized now than I ever was back then.
The internet connects us today….sorta. Back then, it was the music!!!!!
Nobody comes close and I think that’s no accident. Mediocrity rules in America today.
I cant believe all the good stuff we fought for wound up like THIS!
But I guess I have to.
I don’t think I’ve ever fully recovered from watching Dawn of the Dead on LSD.
Thanks. I tend to ignore stuff that is obviously not meant to contribute to a discussion.
Zinn in Peep’s history points out that the late 60s & 70s were about the only era in U.S. history when people actually took charge. I’ll forget some, but his list would include antiwar, feminism, environmentalism, civil rights, Amerindian rights. It was a grand time until the 1%ers figured out how to reign it all in and use it to foment backlashes.
DFH can be seen as describing the rejection of Madison Ave. (commercial) grooming and attire: body hair, second hand,eclectic clothing, minimized cosmetics, etc. I think that for the DFHs it was something of a sense of pride because it was good dirt –back to the Earth.
Nowadays it is easy to think that it was all for naught, but I think the ground work was laid for what is happening now. Our true spirit is winning the day, even the military seems to have joined.
A curious anecdote (sorry no link): Hillary (supposedly) old her Chinese counterpart that the world had too many people. He replied yes, about one million too many. 0.0001%
Ain’t No Time for the Worrying Blues: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQBR8YrQIe4
” “I don’t want anybody to think I’m like you.”
LOL! I frequently feel like I’ve spent most of my life in disguise!
Breaking out from the conformity of the 50′s was a breathtakingly good experience. Some never did, and resent those who could.
Good morning Gordon. See the picture I linked to at comment #12. That is the Diablo Canyon Nuclear Power Plant entrance road.
I don’t think it was wasted at all. I know dozens, if not scores of contemporary young people who have embraced the experience. A new generation to call out the bullshit.
“WORD!”
Speaking of which, isn’t there a book salon on that very subject this afternoon?
So far as I can tell, that person doesn’t exist. There are a few distant runner-ups, but other than that, zippo…
Good comeback. Which do they do first, drool, or say “Huh?”
Yeah….not very encouraging, is it?
This aging hippie is still revolting! I’m telling BP and GE to get the fu<k out of my house – i'm retrofitting to wood burning heat and stove. Have a UMass Amherst student designing the domestic hot water system. http://transitionmeadowbrook.net
Also cold turkeyed the pharmaceuticals and have gone back to herb.
I can’t resist.
Music is still very important. It’s still in the small venues and parks, ya just have to look a little harder than ya used to. It’s out there. There are new artists who reflect our values and older artists who still have them.
Ironically, I got a haircut yesterday for ……….. a job interview.
Got rid of my TV. Much to the consternation of TWC.
But but i had a shower. I am still stuck on the LLN http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LmOdKXrM0Y
That soooo pisses off conventional society but rather than admit it, they double down on their reflexive condemnation of us.
Usually a dirty look and walk away. I love it when there are others around.
Hello Ruth, Morning pups.
I think my dad was especially relieved when my draft number, right out of high school was 346. The whole of the 70′s was my first decade out of their house. But the nightly news through the 60′s (black and white) brutal civil rights repression and helicopters landing soldiers, then hauling body bags influenced my view of the world then and since. I have never found or sought pleasure or satisfaction from/with the trappings of consumerism, have always attempted a least harmful ecological footprint lifestyle, while trying not to be a burden on anyone else. Make sense? Always there, still there, in my POV anyway.
Copy. They’re all following each other over the cliff. Buncha dumbasses…
I know I posted Taibbi’s latest up yesterday, but for those who didn’t see it…
Being reminded that actual hippie communes did spring up, some of them fell apart, others evolved. Living with natural power would have been easier, if we’d known more about solar power. I still want to go that way, too, and am encouraged that places like Terlingua, TX, with many of its residents ‘off the grid’.
My fave period of long hair on guys was when it transited from DFHs to construction workers. Not sure of the date, but maybe late 70s?
“A new generation to call out the bullshit.”
You can count my children here. My son, notably, occasionally calls me out on some of my own BS!
What happened? Why was the promise of that era never realized?
There are many reasons, but the one that resonates most deeply with me is that a champion never arose to give voice to the movement, rally around and lead the way forward. One surfaced, Robert Kennedy, but an assassin’s bullet turned off the bright light leadership he represented.
The current Left/Populist uprising seems to suffer from the same lack of a champion.
I wasn’t actually a DFH but if I wuz, I could take my ethics from Mr Natural
I suspect those who know you were neck-deep in the SE Asian jungle shit way back in the day don’t dare cross that line. And those who don’t know and then discover it tend to shut their mouth-breather pieholes, but quick…if they got any fuckin’ brains… (Which is arguable, of course.)
I had an experience once with a woman in a parking lot. I was coming out of Rudy’s with my bag of tacos and this woman who was perhaps five or ten years older than I was looking at my sticker, which says, “Stop using Jesus as an excuse for being an intolerant, bigoted asshole”. After reading it, she turned to her male companion and commented how offensive she found it to be. About that time I walked up to my car ad unlocked the door, then I turned to her and said, “You probably wouldn’t find it offensive if you weren’t an intolerant, bigoted asshole”. She was still sputtering for a reply when I had to leave.
Score!
GG @ 48
i rember my copy of the whole earth catalog and read it cover to cover. bout as close as i came to being DFH — i.e. not.
Good morning, all.
Ruth, thanks for this reminiscence and analysis. You are spot on about the changes and conflicts.
There is one that I would like to highlight. Growing up in the 1950s meant growing up in an environment of heavy propaganda intended to “win the Cold War for Jesus” (at least in its Southern incarnation). As a young person, you understood by the time you were a teen that you were a target–for your teachers, your church leaders, your parents. There was a national consensus by the 1% and those whose aspired to be there to turn out a certain type of adult out of the numerous Baby Boomers. Moral citizens. Protestant-Catholic-Jew moral citizens. Socially moral as well as individually moral–even in the South. To a great extent, DFH’s were those folks who believed and who tried to fill that role of moral citizen.
And what we discovered was an immoral society that did not honor the social contract that we were trained to operate under. Our parents tried to change society to a moral one, whatever that looked like in their eyes, by training up their children. Not thinking that the pressure of the immoral society and the failure to structurally change it themselves would gradually corrupt or frustrate that training.
For a Southerner, the civil rights movement came as a shock that exposed the cognitive dissonance that was the core of “American liberty”. It took time to sort through. But the result was the feeling that (1) there was a shame that,, just having been born where you were, you participated in and (2) those you most trusted in growing up had seriously lied to you about the world you would have to deal with. And there was the illusion that if you just pointed this out, society would change. And for those outside the civil rights movement, with the changes that struck down de jure segregation, it seemed to change. Which why a lot of us naively thought that protesting the Vietnam War would end the Vietnam War. The treatment of our friends at the Pentagon in October 1967 radicalized us.
Another thread. Rock music by mainstreaming R&B and blues and allowing African-American performers crossover audiences changed Southern youth culture exactly as the civil rights movement challenged Southern laws. The folk music revival of the early 1960s, in the South, reconnected us to traditional English and Scotch-Irish music at the same time it exposed us to Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, and the lefty and labor music of the New Deal. And then came the Beatles to start the culture war over hair and Bob Dylan to fuse protest, electric instrumentation, rock, and folk. The way the poetry of the music allowed us to talk about our experiences cannot be underestimated. And the commercialization and market co-option of the movement just legitimized it. By 1966, enough folks dressed and acted “hippie” that a few folk singers wrote critical works about the hippie escape from the social movement.
Drugs entered the cultural mix as the question: “What else have we been lied to about?” And the experiences with certain drugs, LSD in particular, raised questions of religious experiences and what was religion all about. There were a lot of martyrs to that quest, just as there must have been a lot of martyrs way back in prehistory who determined what plants were safe to eat.
There are some footnotes to my experience as a DFH. The first is the activities of Southern white students in the civil rights movement. There was an organization of Southern white students called the Southern Student Organizing Committes (SSOC), an ally of SNCC. The second is the role of Quaker institutions like Penn Center on Saint Helena Island SC and the American Friends Service Committee in providing venues and support to involving white Southerners in the movement. The third is the role of white clergy, especially campus ministers in assisting the movement; many lost their congregations and had to find secular jobs before it was over.
The fourth is a little-know publication of the United Methodist church; called motive, it was seen as a ministry to university students. But in the hands of editor B. J. Stiles and art editor Margaret Rigg, it became a way of exposing church-raised kids like myself to the intellectual currents of the time. It featured articles by Thomas Merton, Paul Tillich, Michael Novak, Todd Gitlin, Carl Oglesby, Thich Nhat Hanh and others. It’s art was edgy–woodcuts, pictures of macrame, etc. It had original poetry. And the UMC killed in 1973 after it did a special issue on Gay Liberation.
The last is the influence of just the presence of the Whole Earth Catalog in launching a variety of projects whose consequences are still rippling out.
It really was the music that was the connecting force. Free concerts in Golden Gate Park almost every summer week end in the late ’60s and early ’70s. (first time I saw bare breasts in public and they happened to be attached to Grace Slick)
Admittedly drugs were a large and undeniable part of the experience but the music was the thing that brought us together.
They got married and had kids and then for the most part allowed their parents and in laws to dictate how those children “should” be raised. Taking the path of least resistance, many of them let their elders bully them into believing that such a philosophy was antithetical to good child rearing.
Just throwing in here, that occasionally I am made very proud by hearing my son tell what a free spirit I was and am, and how I raised him to be his own person.
I may be delusional but I get a sense and a glimmer of hope that the collective wisdom of the occupiers may do for us now what an idolized leader like Robert K. might have.
Yep. Dope was something we did to better enjoy the music but the music was the glue.
Right on.
“Why was the promise of that era never realized?”
Fragmentation. The antiwar movement was a unifying event. When the war ended, people took up causes that appealed to them like women’s rights, the environment and animal rights. Others took the path of trying to live their values and many just got caught up in the business of raising children and making ends meet.
But now, with children grown and a crisis afoot that affects us all, perhaps it is time to rise like a Phoenix from the ashes and assert ourselves once again.
The Whole Earth Catalog was a bible.
LOL. Enough of us turn off the drip, the whole edifice might crumble.
And Gordon Ginsberg @ 48, i had every issue of the Whole Earth Catalog and loved the concept of recycling ones own wastes. After my next project (food forest, permaculture), i’m going to investigate composting toilets. I already have vermiculture (hope they are doing well – i’m not an expert there.)
Wonderful that there were a lot of thoughtful and ethical adults who didn’t let us down.
“i remember my copy of the whole earth catalog…”
I think I still have mine and I recently gave my daughter a copy of “Our Bodies, Ourselves.”
Don’t get a composting toilet unless you are prepared to make a commitment. They are extremely labor intensive and it’s not the most pleasant labor. I have no problem with flushing my waste away since I avoid harsh chemicals and never throw grease down the drain.
Far as I’m concerned Grace was the Queen, and still is.
Lather
Well said.
My roots in home gardening.
Re Labor intensive – that’s going to be the major theme of the rest of my life with this wood-burning set-up. But I have rationalized it by noting that I have been laid off and/or fired one too many times, and I still have a good work ethic and loads of energy. So this is my answer to corporations; fu. My time and energy will pay off directly and immediately as I stack and chop and haul wood into my house, and feel the warmth (many times over) and cook my food.
I’m also looking for foraging teachers, esp mushrooms. I understand cat tails are edible and i have tons of those out back – tho anything that’s not poisonous is edible, i guess.
And she’s an accomplished visual artist as well.
Hey, I was just relating my experience, not trying to talk you into or out of anything. :)
Well, shit, y’all got me started now. Won’t get a goddamned thing done today. *g*
Where’s my pipe?
So happy to find all of you DFH people of all eras and whether you were born at the right time or not. From the posts and comments here, it’s not a surprise we have a community of fine minds and hearts.
Oh, don’t get up,…here.
The Whole Earth Catalog has been mentioned, and of course there was a big “back to the earth” movement that was a big part of this, whether we were doing it or not. Earth Day, the start of re-cycling and increased earth consciousness. I was a big one for communal living and am still friends with my people from those days.
The anti-war movement was a big part of my life, studies in non-violence and non-violent resistance. Non-materialism. Of course feminism.
I am as much of a DFH now as then, in many ways, minus the co-habitation with others.
This is worth a listen and a look. The sound and images wonderfully capture the era.
You know, we got the pill, but I left that out because it would have begged for present day political messages, which we do try to avoid for Saturday mornings at PUAC.
By my lights. if you aren’t still a DFH…you never were one.
I am going sailing.
I have often pondered this question. Recently, the answer has crystalized into the realization that LABOR did not participate.
i’ll join you. ***ssssp*** passes to Margaret*** No worries – just the reality of the situation :)
I’ve decided I’m gonna sit around all day, get stoned, listen to music and love my tigers. Take my own advice and be good to meself for a day.
Ding. Ding. Ding. Nothing like a McCartyist purge is there?
Broke out in ’71 after I had a radical American history professor my first two years in college.
Never looked back those were the best of days.
I could tell you about bring back 75#s of bricks from Houston to Trenton on Amtrack. Leaving a duffle bag on the platform for hours waiting to change trains and the train stopping in the middle of the bayous ,cops running up and down the train then we moved on . Stopped because some woman died.
But I would be making it up .
Dawg this is a thread i will keep. There have been times i had to sleep under and overpass. But we here are privileged. Gerry is dead but the dead continued.What ever is left of the DFH is now able to say fuck you. We are beginning to understand the structure of world finance. It is so nice to be able to call a dick head a dick head and be clear about it. We are all here at FDL because we think alike. So do as i have and support Jane in her latest endeavor. Perhaps we can share to the young what we enjoyed. Though i am sceptical that we have a snowballls chance in hell of ever surviving another 10 years but fuck prove me wrong!
My brand new sprouts – parsley – are uncovered now, and I’m a happy camper, thanks for reviving spirits we can use again, always, too.
Can you clue me in on what the WFB love’s about?
Doin’ a quick fly-by and left this link with PW, but just in case nobody’s yet posted here:
Matt Taibbi on the chickens coming home to roost. Warms this ol’ hippie’s heart….
Thanks, yes, some one did, but never too much.
oh and from Avedon;
http://folkloregonian.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/basement-cat-depths.jpg
I get a “Sorry, this page doesn’t exist” on this link and the one you left at PW’s place.
This should work.
On the topic, here is some light reading for the heavy mind.
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2633659-what-a-long-strange-trip-it-s-been
DFH’s will enjoy the satire and the effect.
What you left out was we became content and exhausted. Allowing the “others” take control before we kept the ideals moving forward. Yes we had to make a living, provide for our family, etc., but we let Nixon come to power and “THE MORAL MAJORITY” move in. We were still small, even if Woodstock was large. They produced Reagan, not as President of the USA, but as Governor of California and took away our park, supporting Hiakawa on campus.
Now we are getting on in years and we are sitting buy watching them tear the basic fabrics of what we fought so hard. Many ended up in prison and we slouch in our couches. Others attach the basic rights of women with “SMALL GOVERNMENT INTRUSION” in our personal lives. We are getting older and are repeating the same basic tenant of our parent, lay back and let the next generation fight for their rights!
It is time to get out of our chairs and pick up our walkers and fight again for the basic ideals promoted in those great times!
I am so impressed! I’m sure your life is very full, and you’re learning so many new (and old) ways of doing things. You’re walking the walk.
Wendy, you wrote:
Ditto that.
The anachronism in that video is distracting–Nixon emerging from the Presidential helicopter before RFK is campaigning. A trip of recollective flashes in 1973 might look like that. But the individual images do speak of what we saw in the media.
It’s hard to point to cultural works that speak exactly to how it felt or what the experience was like interiorly.
In retrospect, Vilgot Sjöman’s I Am Curious films come close to capturing the bewilderment of living the history of the era forward (instead of retrospectively) but without the flamboyance of California hippie culture. The musical Hair in its film version deals with some of the contradictions of the era. And Easy Rider and Joe capture the paranoia of the turn of the 1970s. And there is something in the magical realism of Forrest Gump that captures the experience of Southern middle class guys transiting that era–an all the different points along the way at which one could get stuck or the cultural movement fragmented.
Oh, my! What can I write here? About then? I would need at least one hour to do it passing judgement. And the hour is already late, drifting off to other posts.
I’ll leave a tidbit. We were involved with one of the principal crash pads in Portland, and I was involved with a master of the light show.
Precious. An acquaintance was buying beer on Sunday in NC. Had a passing Xtian judge him for Jesus in the parking lot.
He turned to her and straight faced asked who Jesus was.
Huff!
It’s a phrase.
It’s a variety of lifestyles, and evolved into even more.
But if it didn’t ignite a permanent sensitivity to justice, a skepticism about material wealth, a hatred of war, and a loathing of MIC . . . and other touchstones . . . it’s just a memory with a lot of great music.
Who coined DFH? Is it a firedoglake thing? Sounds like something EW came up with, or Jane.
Hippie was an invention of the straight press, shortly before ‘media’ ruled as lingua franca. They needed to call this new and strange cultural life form something so they could make an object of it (Gore Vidal explained that ‘homosexual’ became a noun so that homosexual people could be made into objects).
I knew it was Our Moment in history’s sweep when I heard Credence’s Proud Mary on FM radio.
Richard Goldstein in The Poetry Of Rock points to 1967 when rock and roll became rock.
I suppose alienation from straight society and culture was no small part, and for many (of a small subset) the alienation was complete and permanent, though some of us are still around…
Thank you! What choice do we have? I’m gong first and showing everyone it’s not so bad. Google Transition Town. Cheers!
Just got back from doing just that. :)
love this story and that bumper sticker! We need to bring that one back…
Yeppers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YUZYVsUEF4
Love, peace and happiness to all of you. Fifteen year old runaway living in the Haight for the summer of love. Watched it begin to crumble under the weight of speed and heroin the following year, and found myself in Viet Nam a year and a half after that. I’m older, now, and haven’t smoked anything, anything, in years, but I’ve got hair down to the middle of my back and still go in the out door. Full-time DFH and Wharf Rat. We are everywhere.
Now that rock concerts are thoroughly corporatized, have you ever listened to Old Time music?
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Oh oh – paranoia strikes deep! just remembered anything online is forever.
Maybe Atrios coined it. I think he thinks so, and it sure resonates. Hard to research, but probably Dec 2006.
Too bad O-man can’t grok the essence. Never will.
Thanks, but I’ve probably had mine and then some, too. Love you, though…l,p&h.
what hilarious old memories! Thanks for that. The Whole Earth Catalogue definitely belongs on Ruth’s list.
Also, apologies if I someone else already mentioned this, but Underground Newspapers also go on the list. As in, the one I worked on in high school which put out the first environmental-awareness screeds in my area in 1969.
Gawd I’m always late. Had to do some mornin’ chores and discovered this marvelous thread. Thanks for the blast from the past! For me, I joined the Navy the month after JFK’s assassination and found myself stationed in northern California in Aug., 64. Mario Savio’s Free Speech movement drove me into hippiedom and I’ve never been quite the same – music, drugs, community, underground (helping draft dodgers escape the clutches of J. Edgar’s boys), protests, SDS, hair, acid, the Greening of America, Whole Earth catalog, sandals, opium, peace & love, guitars, backpacks & hitchhikin’ across America, Mr. Natural, Fritz the Cat, the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, Nixon’s Operation Dope Stop, communes, the Tao. Thanks, Ruth & firepups for making my day!
Also on the list; RJ Crumb comics
Is Old Time music a name or a generic category? One: We have Louis Armstrong, so who needs Jesus? Two: I just listened to Adele today for the first time and think she copies Melody Gardot. Three: Growing up in the 1950′s I liked some Pop (Lonnie Donegan’s Rock Island Line changed my life — as did thousands of other things) but loved Benny Goodman, probably cuz I was maybe conceived while he played on the radio. I love Scott Joplin, who, by the way is not mentioned in the 1950 edition of the World Book Encyclopedia, where under ‘Ragtime’ Irving Berlin’s Alexander’s Ragtime Band is glossed as an example of the music and style. Yikes.
Hitchhiking across the country – no doubt you encountered the Rainbow Tribe.
Caroline playing Old Time ‘Elk River Bluesl
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ya-cSbFYBQ
Graffiti in a Toronto men’s room: Reality Is A Crutch For People Who Can’t Handle Drugs
No, we didn’t, the Democratic Party self-destructed in 1968 over the Vietnam war and Nixon squeaked in. Then he stole the 1972 election, after which we promptly got the fuck rid of him. We celebrated his resignation in August 1974, me in a bar up in Lander, Wyoming, after a fabulous week in the Rockies wilderness. I was only 22; the anti-war & anti-facist forces were on a roll. Progressives had a glorious run for the rest of that decade. Progressive Dems had a landslide in Congress in 1974; Dems re-took the White House in 1976 (although Carter was no DFH, he was a peacenik).
Yes, yes and yes. Sold the Berkley Barb and the Oracle, read Feds n Heads, Zap, Snatch, Motor City like they were religion, and yes, I listen to Old Timey music. Bluegrass, country swing and the seeds of rockabilly, all seasoned with gospel and corn liquor. Get lots on Pacifica stations, KPFA and KPFT, who also have good politics. I grew up in a house ruled by Benny Goodman and Montovani. The other day in the supermarket, I noted the Muzak was Mick Jagger getting no satisfaction, a song my father would have beaten me for playing. Here’s one you had to be in SF to know…I have a button that reads, “Love Needs Care, Check 33″, the “Check” being a checkmark. Anybody else know what this is?
The Bay Area in those days felt like ground zero, and we wanted to amp it up. In retrospect it’s apparent that the whole idea of an out-of-control youth movement so alarmed the PTB it set the stage for what came later. The FSM and sitins at Berkeley so infuriated Reagan that he ended free higher education in California, and destroyed the American dream for a lot of folks.
That was just Reagan acting on impulse like a spoiled kid, but at the same time we had the Lewis Powell memo of 1971 which layed out the plan for an all-out war against liberalism and free thought that brought us to where we are now.
Reagan first came onto my radar in 1959 when my junior high English teacher told us about an inspiring politician she had met at a neighborhood tea party. At that point he was known as a B actor and SAG president, but obviously had higher ambitions. Those years marked a transition for him, from a union boss to a committed 1%er. He became the governor who went to war against all students, and alienated his younger children Ron and Patty, but kept the allegience of the older kids Mike and Maureen. He became a real politician in those years.
I remember the “Taxes should hurt” speech in the same year he paid no state income tax. Asked about it at a press conference, he cited “business reverses”. Our family friend Jim Wrightson (Sacramento Bee) found those business reverses — a herd of cattle on a ranch in Montana that gave Reagan a $2 deduction for every $1 invested. The year after, he cut the state sales tax from 5% down to 6%, and the income tax from 9% down to 13%. He claimed to be a small government fan, but grew it every year as governor. I worked on the recall effort, but it was just a spittin’ into the wind thing.
He lived those years in a profound state of denial about the differences between the things he did, and the way he thought of their effects. He raised taxes, but thought of himself as a tax cutter. He raised university tuition, and kept thousands of kids from going to college, but thought of it as instituting a bought-in committment on the part of the kids who could then actually afford to buy in. I don’t believe he realized the harm he did.
That self-delusion led him to confuse storytelling with history, to the point of believing he participated in the war while never leaving home, freeing concentration camps from his living room. He personalized the rich as victims with the Cadillac-driving welfare queen, she who fraudulently collected government payments taken from the taxes collected from hard-working rich folks like him (and by transference, you and me).
He was personally charming, but not smart enough to realize the team he was cheerleading for was about to go a bridge too far.
Paddy Chayefsky told us what was coming in Network, and Oliver Stone cemented it in Wall Street.
Reagan and Arthur Laffer gave us a massive income tax cut for rich folks in 1981, and payroll tax and fee increases for the rest of us every year after that. Now corporations and rich folks pay less taxes than anytime in the past 60 years, and they have completely unlearned Grandma’s lesson of “too much of a good thing”.
So all the welfare queen stories Reagan told served to legitimize the all out war the 1% have waged on the 99% for the past 40 years. So now the 1% own 50% of everything, and have enough money to buy the rest, if only they can get us to agree to let them do it, in the form of “privitizing” the things the rest of us own in the form of schools, parks, public land, and everything we have traditionally thought of as the commons.
The OWS folks are telling us what’s wrong, but it’s up to the rest of us to make the changes.
Link for you.
Ahh, thanks. Well, I love AKUS, and just the other day I dl’d their 2003 Sound Stage hour, converted and merged the clips, and made a music DVD. I’m crazy for the French Gypsy derivations, Django Reinhardt, Stephane Grappelli, Joe Venuti, very hot stuff.
Yes, in a lovely mountain valley in AZ, surprisingly enough. About a year later I found myself sleepin’ on the floor of a UC-Davis dorm room sharing some weed & peyote with some grateful students. Gotta admit that I miss those days.
Don’t forget Ken Kesey and the Magic Bus. Actual footage was finally released last year in “Magic Trip”.
OWS is discovering something that has always been true…the OPD are thugs of the worst sort, who brutalize under cover of authority. The Bay Area was a cauldron, no, a crucible even back then.
I left (quit) grad school in 1969, politically radicalized, wanting to infiltrate straight society by getting a job maybe in public relations and changing heads. Almost got in, got several follow-up interviews. One day, I’m watching the news, and one of the daily features was an editorial comment at the end made by the station’s VP. It was the Westinghouse Broadcasting Company (KDKA-TV i Pittsburgh). The VP says beware of student types seeking jobs, beware of members of SDS (he didn’t spell it out as Students For A Democratic Society) trying to infiltrate the work force. No, really. I swear to god it happened, summer of ’69.
The Quakers and AFSC were very big in the draft resistance movement in Philadelphia area where I grew up. Cut my organizing teeth stuffing envelopes at The Red Door on Walnut Street in 1966 when I was 14. I never became a pacifist but I marched or protested against every war since then. Except, I guess, the first Gulf war which over so quickly — in what? three weeks? — that it was over before I realized it was a real war.
The Gulf War. I protested. I’d been enrolled at work in a US Savings Bond payroll deduction plan. When Operation Desert Shield began, I cancelled my payroll plan, and cashed in what I’d accumulated and waited the six months to cash in the balance. That wasn’t why I was lending my gov’t my money.
Must disagree with you that St. Ronnie was delusional, I do believe he knew he was committing outright robbery, and lied about it. He was in the early stages of alzheimers, but when he adopted the Laffer ideas, it was in service to his cronies in TPTB, and there was no error in raising taxes for the less able while cutting them on the rich and business. This was adopting welfare for the corporations, and imposing their need for support directly onto the workers, rather than their producing a product that would earn their way.
Quakers are active in OWS and Transition Town and may be the conduit for the consensus crowd hand signing conventions between the two groups.
Your dad had it right. Good for him.
AitchD, I dropped out of grad school in the summer of 71, and entered law school several months later. In 72, I dropped out of law school and volunteered to work with a recall movement ( Governor of AZ, Jack Williams, signed a law outlawing secondary boycotts which was directed at Cesar Chavez & the UFW who were boycotting lettuce in AZ). Chavez hired me to be a union organizer for approx. 6 months. I returned to school shortly after and became a certified public hs teacher. Spent the bulk of my career teaching on the Navajo Reservation in northeastern AZ. Retired in the early aughts and moved to NM. I’m excited by the OWS movement because it appears a whole new generation is finally getting it!
Notice how so many R presidents are brain-impaired? Who is pulling the strings?
And a note re nasty presidential actions; Nixon squelching the Shafer Commission Report and instituting the War on
DrugsHippies.Just noticed I haven’t cut my hair or beard since last summer, I think it’s it’s something in the water. drinkin straight outa the lake could have consequences.
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LOL! I haven’t either! I wear a granny knot.
Like family traits, in which some members have red hair and/or a big nose and/or are tall, but no one member is tall and has red hair and a big nose, the stereotype “DFH” did not precisely fit most of the persons at whom it was aimed. All the frivolity admitted, the movement did a lot of good, and many of us hold its truths to be self-evident to this day.
Django lives! try this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-GjaiTUDJQ&feature=related
Gotta run – more chores to finish.
Thanks, Ruth, for this marvelous thread! And thanks to FDLers for sharing some great memories! Peace!
Always thought Reagan had some kind of Eddie Bernays voice training, to sound authoritarian, protective, comforting, the father figure.
tres sweet! Hey, the uploader misspelled Django’s last name. P.S.: Django’s last two fingers of his left hand were paralyzed and crimped, useless on the neck.
I grew up knowing Reagan was BS. During World War II, my mom worked as a civilian War Department worker in Santa Monica doing classification processing. When Ronald Reagan mustered out (from his bombing target narration job), he came by to schmooze with the folks processing his papers and get adulation from the starstruck among them. My mom was not impressed and was not at all starstruck. She was onto his BS from then on.
She surmised that he turned conservative just to avoid the blacklist and then grew into the role.
Very, very late to the party, but I have to get this off my mind.
I hitchhiked everywhere in the late 60s and early 70s. That travel made all the difference to me. I had a series of straight job that I hitched to every morning, rain or shine (Southern California, so there wasn’t much rain). I chose jobs that were not affiliated in any way (that I could tell) with the military-industrial complex. I smoked dope, although it was a felony, and was lucky enough to have my case thrown out of court because of entrapment. The cops lie now and the judges allow it, so that wouldn’t happen now.
I hitched through 48 of the 50 states and learned really quickly to judge people and follow my intuition about potential rides. Noise doesn’t affect my rest, after sleeping through the night hidden in the bushes at freeway on ramps and right next to railroad tracks. But I also got to sleep in a cabin in Big Sur one night and in a mini-mansion in San Marino the next. To make love under a desert sky full of more stars than I ever saw in all my years of growing up in Ohio. To dance to a blues band in Louisville with people I would never have met in my white bread neighborhood (or is that white bred?).
Didn’t own a TV, so I was late to the party in learning that my fellow human beings were (supposedly) evil and that I should distrust them. Love is all you need was my motto.
To keep people from traveling, gas prices were raised. To keep people afraid to travel, mental hospitals were emptied. Artificial dips in the economy had my parents begging me to get a real job and save money. Interest on bank accounts became insignificant. Taxes were imposed on so many more things. It was difficult to save, so I didn’t, because I didn’t want to become a wage slave. I loved my freedom., what was left of it, anyway.
I traveled in Europe for 6 months. Blew my savings and it was worth it. Six months in Europe and the experience of meeting people with a different point of reference and point of view was worth every penny. The terrorist attack on New York was just the excuse for making it more difficult for people to leave the U.S.
I miss the interaction with other human beings who are very, very different from me.
If we don’t travel, except on the interstates, bypassing our fellow citizens, we will forget that we are one, that we are precious to each other and that the world needs each one of us. (Well, maybe not the 1%. But they are blind, aren’t they? They’re human and I pity them for their lack of experiences.)
I’ve been an office worker most of my life. About 8 years ago, I noticed that I was a non-person, being over 55. I was unemployable. The jobs I could find were below subsistence level. Temp jobs dried up. I thought it was my fault. No matter how hard I tried, it was difficult to get by, to get ahead, to have enough money to do anything. Everything cost money now, even camping in Federal and State Parks.
I bought a TV. I sold the TV. So many lies. Such ugliness and horror and gore. And that’s just the commercials. I learned how to use the internet.
I’m going to end this stream of consciousness now with a huge Thank You! Thank you to Firedog Lake for being her. Although I almost blend in with the citizenry in this sad city, I was lost and lonely for people who could think, and could argue (in the civilized manner of intelligent people) and were knowledgeable about what’s going on “out there.” I missed being in touch with my inner DFH.
I was a DFH wantabee – I was a bit late for the protests and politics (which had pretty much gone away by the mid 70′s) but was old enough for the sex and drugs.
And since 2002, the situation has reversed. Now I have the politics and protests and activism, but no sex or drugs. They no longer hold the same appeal…..
But my beliefs and morals stayed the same through out. GAD DAMN THESE WARS!
Thanks, and welcome. Don’t remember where I saw it, but people asked what they had bought or spent money on that they regretted never mentioned travel. As many here know, I have a bunch of wanderlust, never would exchange the experience of new contacts and new scenery for the luxuries. Hope things pick up for you soon.
Excellent thread!
I got to observe but not participate in these times for a variety of reasons. My generation was grappling with the AIDS reality. My good fortune was that if it weren’t for the wisdom, love and compassion of the elders, I’m not so sure I would have made it in to adulthood or as fairly whole as I did. So, I am all over Coach Bill’s suggestion as it’s clear to me that there isn’t the experience and understanding left in American government on purpose.
Please assist us in stuff-dunking this imperial, corporatist* BULLSHIT and all its filicidal, intentional disablements into the dustbin of history. We can pick up with the best of the 1960s and 1970s where we left off but now we’re running a bit short on time. Once we’re well enough into the next phase and you’ve “passed the baton,” I promise you we will have one hella party.
Can I hear ya say “YEAH!“? (Or would you prefer to “YEAH!“?)