My first actual hippie was at Disneyland in 1968
Sixth grade
Pirates of the Caribbean ride in line
Beads really long hair and embroidered jeans and Indian stoyle shirt smelling of patchouli
His woman had similar garb and a tank top no bra which even at eleven got my attention lol
My mom Miss Mississippi of course had to talk to everyone and so struck up a conversation withe her
They were foreign from Denmark lol
I think my dad liked the girl too honestly
I sat on 707 alone coming back from NYC with my first bell bottoms and it was a milk run plane
Idlewild JFK to Atlanta to Montgomery to Jackson Miss to Shreveport to Dallas
I got on and the stew sat me next to a preppie hippie who was attending college in Nea York and headed home to Dallas
He looked out for me the whole trip honestly....he smoked I was curious even then...tobacco
My uncle was in mid school in 1963-65
His best buddy went to Timothy Leary event in New Orleans and became a follower and dropped out and moved to Millbrook and then the West Coast and by the 70s was living in a commune in Hawaii with a family
That’s my first hippies I ever recall
We used to see them in the French Quarter a lot....cops there hated them
I was a long hair smoked weed a lot and tripped but we weren’t hippies
We had guns and were sorta redneck though soft about race compared to the klan which was around then
My kids like to say I was a hippie though
We were more like libertinians with arms and attitudes and idealism admittedly and quite randy as well....hell what’s your twenties for
“and Indian stoyle shirt smelling of patchouli”
ugh. Patchouli. Boy am I glad that went out of style. That and incense in general. Orange County reeked of it.
We lived in the same city in California twice when I was really little, we were friends with a family, at the time we left their son was about 14-15 years old, short hair, as straight-laced as can be.
We returned to California a few years later, the son had gone “Full Hippy”, it was quite a shocking transformation.