40th year anniversary of Woodstock
3 days of love and peace and music fabulous music
Soul Sacrifice
Going to make us fresh tomatoe sandwiches for lunch and fresh basil from our garden will accent and burning violet incence and listening to my Woodstock CD
on this glorious Saturday morning.
Every month on the 12th my husband and I exchange anniversary cards to commemmorate
our February 12th wedding. (also our lovely Ahram's birthday)
and my late husband Robbie's birthday as well.
Roses and cards from my friend
Post cards and gifts from my Son and a post card from Greece
Thank you Stevie
Love embraces me in many ways and so tenderly and well am I loved
I thank each one of you.
Love you
Jeanne♥
posted by Jeanne @ 6:40 AM
10 Comments:
Violet incense and music ~ how wonderful. I think its lovely how you and your hubby exchange anniversary cards each month.
I want to come over for lunch for one of those tomato basil sandwiches!
Love and hugs))
Love and hugs♥
Have a wonderful weekend Jeanne, xv.
Blessings♥
How romantic!
Blessings to you all and much much love
Happy Sunday♥
The Woodstock Festival did not take place in Woodstock, New York but in the town of Bethel which is sixty-seven miles due west. The second day of that mythic, three-day concert coincided with my eleventh birthday (I am going to be fifty-one on Sunday. Yikes! Where did the time go?). I remember quite clearly my friend Tom Finkle and I riding our bikes up to the bridge on South Street that overlooks Route 17 - a four lane highway which snakes its way into Sullivan County where the great event took place. It looked like a long and narrow parking lot. The New York State Thruway had been shut down. To the best of my knowledge, that had never happened before and has not happened since.
To say that it was an exciting time to be alive almost sounds redundant. Less than four weeks earlier, two human beings had walked on the surface of the moon, a technological feat that will probably out shine every other event of the twentieth century in the history books that will be written a thousand years from now. As future decades unwind, it is a certainty that the photographic image of half a million kids, partying and dancing in the mud, will not continue to sustain the cultural significance that it does for us today. The years will pass by, the people who were lucky enough to be there will one day be no more, and the Woodstock Festival will be erased from living memory; a mere footnote to a very crowded century. But what a freaking party, baby!
"If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your revolution."
Emma Goldman 1869-1940
Dance with me, Emma!
Tom Degan 1958-
http://www.tomdegan.blogspot.com
Hey Woodstock! Don't tell me you were there!!??? (Impressed - respect!!)
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No I never attended Woodstock Myself but I love the music and the memories from watching it..........
A very different time indeed
Love and hugs
and thanks for all who left their comments
This reminds me of a wonderful piece NPR did on Woodstock. I don't guess my generation has anything like that to remember. Well, when the space shuttle blew up. And the Wall feel. And Regan got shot. Ok. We have a few things.
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