I've been singing this song in my head all day today. It was sung by "The Mama's and the Papa's" in 1967.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco_%28Be_Sure_to_Wear_Flowers_in_Your_Hair%29
At the high school it's "Decade Day" and the decade is 1960's. The kids are encouraged to research the assigned decade and dress accordingly for the day.
In 1967 I was 12 years old so although I didn't drop acid and attend sit-ins or Grateful Dead concerts, I have indelible images of the times. So as I drove to the school this morning to drop off scrambled eggs (3 dozen from our own hens) for the teacher appreciation brunch, there was my beautiful Julie all decked out in sandals, ankle length earth-tones skirt, peace sign necklaces, and a hand-made daisy wreath in her long flowing slightly unkempt blonde hair. She was 100% authentic - absolutely the perfect image of the stereotypical San Francisco hippy girl with a bouquet of flowers to put in the National Guardsmens gun barrels (thankfully there were none of them there). Talk about sensory stimuli triggering flashbacks. If she doesn't win the prize for "Best Outfit", the judges obviously didn't live during those times and therefore don't recognize the authenticity of her "look".
As she climbed out of the van (shame it wasn't decked out like the Scooby-Doo van) she innocently wondered aloud if she might be able to organize a sit-in just to try to be more authentic. She is such a living anachronism! She wasn't simply imitating a hippy - she actually is one, just born 40 years too late.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco_%28Be_Sure_to_Wear_Flowers_in_Your_Hair%29
At the high school it's "Decade Day" and the decade is 1960's. The kids are encouraged to research the assigned decade and dress accordingly for the day.
In 1967 I was 12 years old so although I didn't drop acid and attend sit-ins or Grateful Dead concerts, I have indelible images of the times. So as I drove to the school this morning to drop off scrambled eggs (3 dozen from our own hens) for the teacher appreciation brunch, there was my beautiful Julie all decked out in sandals, ankle length earth-tones skirt, peace sign necklaces, and a hand-made daisy wreath in her long flowing slightly unkempt blonde hair. She was 100% authentic - absolutely the perfect image of the stereotypical San Francisco hippy girl with a bouquet of flowers to put in the National Guardsmens gun barrels (thankfully there were none of them there). Talk about sensory stimuli triggering flashbacks. If she doesn't win the prize for "Best Outfit", the judges obviously didn't live during those times and therefore don't recognize the authenticity of her "look".
As she climbed out of the van (shame it wasn't decked out like the Scooby-Doo van) she innocently wondered aloud if she might be able to organize a sit-in just to try to be more authentic. She is such a living anachronism! She wasn't simply imitating a hippy - she actually is one, just born 40 years too late.
1 comment:
i'm bummed that i didn't do a sit in, ms y probably would have let me do it in the art room
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