By the Time I Got to Woodstock
An Illustrated Memoir of a Reluctant Hippie Chick (Part Three)
What happened in my life between Woodstock then—and now? I did achieve my goal of moving to NYC. I went to Parsons School of Design when it was still in Greta Garbo’s Sutton Place neighborhood. (I even saw her once! She still “vanted to be alone.”)
Subways were more interesting then. And you could read over people’s shoulders.
I lived near Bob Dylan!
And I got married to a guy who was at Woodstock.
That was then. This is now.
The 50th anniversary of Woodstock is almost upon us. That is a milestone for “My Generation.” Who was I in 1969? A “good girl” from suburbia who had just gotten her driver’s license two days before the unprecedented cultural explosion we did not yet know would define our generation. Now I am an artist (who qualifies for senior discounts) revisiting my own long and winding road to Woodstock, armed with a sketchbook, a scrapbook, and always tuned in to quirky facts that amplify what was simply billed as “three days of peace and music.” As we now all know, it was so much more.
I have an Indiegogo campaign if you want to check it out and help defray the out-of-pocket expenses of pursuing a labor of love!
More info and updates as they happen here.
