Was anyone ever a hippie, yuppy, beatnick, yippie, or any variation thereof?

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I attended 16 years of Catholic School, worked for E.I. Du Pont de Nemours as a research assistant, ran away to the Florida Keys, met Old Mack, Lived on a boat , in a VW bug,then when AJ was born moved into a blue Chevy Van that we named "The Blue Womb With a View". Eventually bought an old REA Delivery Van and converted it into a House Truck, lived in it until 1983.. Am now a suburban housewife who drives a beige Volvo living in a little yellow bungalow with white trim and a white picket fence near the beach. i consider myself an XNomad.
 

Does living in a clothing optional commune for several years, growing our own food, and supporting ourselves by selling crafts and jam etc count? Oh, and I belly danced at festivals on Saltspring Island. Also danced at clubs to pay for university. Defended my thesis while wearing an embroidered two piece Pakistani outfit, ankle bells, and a jade nose ring which I had made.
 
Shalimar said:
Does living in a clothing optional commune for several years, growing our own food, and supporting ourselves by selling crafts and jam etc count? Oh, and I belly danced at festivals on Saltspring Island. Also danced at clubs to pay for university. Defended my thesis while wearing an embroidered two piece Pakistani outfit, ankle bells, and a jade nose ring which I had made.
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Embroidered two piece Pakistani outfit with ankle bells and a jade nose ring?
Would you happen to have a pic by any chance? :grin:


Bell bottoms ( flaired my own )
tie dyed t shirts, platform shoes, flower power- (made my own paper flowers) beaded necklaces and huge hoop earrings, tumbled my own rocks.
hitch hiking, motorcycles, mini vans, concerts, all night parties, hipsters, maxi skirts and dresses

Yeah man!
It was rad!:flowers:
 

In 1970 I left NY and hitchhiked across country. I,ve slept in barns, abandoned buildings, under bridges. I have had total strangers bring me into their homes,I have been beaten senseless by the other kind of people. I have ridden with drunks,with gun waving truckers,with gay guys hitting on me.
I've eaten pigeon, squirrel,a couple of stolen chickens, sardine,(they were easy to shoplift), ketchup soup was a mainstay.
I,ve chopped wood, I've thrown bales, loaded truck. I did roofing in Scottsdale Arizona. Did day labor is Bakersfield.. Get a ticket from the agent. Run like hell and stomp on fingers to get on a truck. Go into the oil field clear brush and tumbleweed off the pump jacks. Lunch was a baloney and cheese sandwich. There were deductions for the sandwich the truck ride and the agent fee. There was also a place that stripped foam from car seats and sold it to a goodyear plant.
Old guy up in big tree country warned me of taking rides from Indians. Seems they had that mescaline. Dropped acid while speeding across the desert in the back of a truck. Smoked dope,dropped acid, did uppers, downers, speed.
Saw shows in Griffith Park,went to Berkley and San Francisco.
Headed east got hung up a couple of days in Ely,Nevada,met some really good people there. Got picked up by these two Mormon gals. They didn't drink or smoke, but that's all they didn't do. Spent a weekend there and saw family in Ogden. Went home for a couple of months and hiked to SC chasing a girl.
Came back from there to a draft notice,so I enlisted with the Marines. Then I got a haircut.
 
I missed that era by a few years. At hippie time, I was raising children and earning a living. Did my Florida Keys thing just after retiring and the nomad thing during the 1990s.
 
Long hair, VW Bus that I hand-painted, mirror on the ceiling over my bed, pyramid frame over my bed, incense, hookah, beads, lived the life of a hippie musician, tried out for HAIR, made it to the final 100/4000 with five call-backs, etc., etc. The problem I have with the hippy movement was that most who got into it did so because it was the next big thing, back in my young days. I embraced it and still adhere to many of its major tenets. It was right on with peace and love. The drugs were not a great part of it, but they were what they were. Our world would be well-served if the hippy movement came back, worldwide, and young people simply refused to fight wars that serve only the warlords, including those in "legitimate" governments and Big Business!

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace

Yeah, John was just a dreamer, but I wish his dream was realized.
 
No drugs, not a hippie but I did wear hip-hugger bell bottoms, silk paisley blouse, long beads, flowers in my hair, daisies, and attended the 1970 Vietnam protest on the Wash.DC monument grounds....not as a protestor...but as a college-age amateur photography student at the nearby Corcoran School of Art near the White House.
 
I fancied myself a folk singer in college. Walked around with a guitar on my back, wore a poncho, bell bottoms and Jesus sandals, had long bangs down to my eyelashes and hair to my rear end and put on lots of black eyeliner. That lasted about a semester, then I went preppy. I'm adaptable.
 
I hung out with that crowd in the 60's, but none of them or me ever used those
labels or called themselves hippies, yippies, beatniks, etc.

The name were in print but not spoken. Hippie came from "hip" as in
cool and aware of things that squares did not know about.
 
Victor said:
I hung out with that crowd in the 60's, but none of them or me ever used those
labels or called themselves hippies, yippies, beatniks, etc.

The name were in print but not spoken. Hippie came from "hip" as in
cool and aware of things that squares did not know about.
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So true. I think that the word "GROOVY" was only used on television.
 
hip·pie

(especially in the 1960s) a person of unconventional appearance, typically having long hair and wearing beads, associated with a subculture involving a rejection of conventional values and the taking of hallucinogenic drugs.

synonyms:
flower child, Bohemian, beatnik, long-hair, free spirit, nonconformist, dropout"yesterday's hippies are today's ad execs"



yup·pie
ˈyəpē/
noun informal derogatory

a young person with a well-paid job and a fashionable lifestyle.

yip·pie
member of a group of politically active hippies, originally in the US.

Tip
Similar-sounding words
yippie is sometimes confused with beat·nikˈbētnik/
noun

a young person in the 1950s and early 1960s belonging to a subculture associated with the beat generation.
 
I had a pair of "elephant bells" jeans (the ones that were huuugely flaired) and I converted them into a pair of maternity jeans. I loved those things....they had little mirrors sewn on and flowers and tiny bells.

One day, I went into base dressed in those and a big flowered maternity top. The next day, my husband was told by his commanding officer to "tell your wife to stop flouncing around base looking like some gawd-damned hippie!" Well, unfortunately, he could make beeg problemos for the spouse, so I stopped flouncing around looking like some gawd-damned hippie.
 
jujube said:
I had a pair of "elephant bells" jeans (the ones that were huuugely flaired) and I converted them into a pair of maternity jeans. I loved those things....they had little mirrors sewn on and flowers and tiny bells.

One day, I went into base dressed in those and a big flowered maternity top. The next day, my husband was told by his commanding officer to "tell your wife to stop flouncing around base looking like some gawd-damned hippie!" Well, unfortunately, he could make beeg problemos for the spouse, so I stopped flouncing around looking like some gawd-damned hippie.
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I loved those elephant pants that flared at the bottom. They were rad man. Lol.
You’d separate the bottom part of the pant leg and add groovy, colourful material.
Sometimes they dragged along the ground and when it railed , they become a right mess.

I had a cool pair of flower power jeans that I adored. They had big faded colourful flowers everywhere. They were my favourites. Then I had these super cool purple flair pants with a stretchy matching top with the zipper at the neckline.

What about those maxi skirts? We’re they great? I still like them but then again, all the old stuff getting recycled over again.
Remember those Jesus type sandals? And feathers and braided leather?
Little bells sure were cute. I liked the sound of them too.
 
I never considered myself a hippy, but I did have some friends that were and I loved all the music from the Woodstock era, still do. I wore bell-bottom jeans and a tee shirt, but nothing really hippyish like beaded or anything. Was always for peace and love, but no flowers in my hair.

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