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Tales from Woodstock 1969

July 14, 2016
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On July 15, 1969, six days before I celebrated my 18th birthday, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. One month to the day after that eventful birth, the biggest historic phenomenon of my life – other than giving birth and attending a 1965 Beatles concert, was scheduled to occur – the first ever Woodstock Music & Art Fair! I really wanted to go, but my (then) husband didn’t and, to be honest, I was too self-conscious to nurse my baby in front of a bunch of strangers.

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I wouldn’t have minded the drive, though. All I needed was a map (no GPS in those days) and I was good to go. So I found a map, located Woodstock, and decided I would make the trip alone with my baby. But – on second thought – I’d never been a fan of heat and humidity, so the thought of spending three nights in a tent in the August heat didn’t appeal to me – at all. Plus, I’d have to rent a tent (and where would I find the money for that? – I had just spent every penny I had on the doctor and hospital bill, because husbo had no money, and though I packed him a lunch every day for work, I later discovered he was taking that prepared lunch to the beach every day, because he didn’t actually have a job).

Anyway, though I considered myself to be a hippie, I failed miserably when it came to living what I perceived to be the hippie lifestyle – you know, living off the land, camping – things like that. So I missed one of the biggest events of my life. And every year when the anniversary of Woodstock rolls by, I think about that festival and how, if only I hadn’t been so self-conscious, I could have been part of history.

As we tend to do when we age, though, and as we reminisce about things we did and didn’t do, I have to admit that, looking back, I’m glad I didn’t go to Woodstock. Although I would have applauded myself for being the first to arrive on the scene, my baby and I would have been the only ones sitting on an empty farm field in Woodstock, Illinois, wondering if the festival had been cancelled.

Theresa Wiza

Theresa Wiza believes herself to be creative, innovative, imaginative, and inspirational. She is a writer, blogger, screenwriter, crocheter, jewelry maker, mother, grandmother, and friend. Though she is sometimes delusional, she has moments of sanity and believes that, in the words of the angel who spoke them to her, “The world is moving to a magical place.” Please join her in her fantasy world.

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5 Responses to Tales from Woodstock 1969

  1. Bill Spencer
    July 18, 2016 at 6:06 am

    Getting there would’ve taken a concerted effort.

  2. Bill Y Ledden
    July 16, 2016 at 6:39 am

    There’s a poignant lesson in there.

  3. July 14, 2016 at 6:57 pm

    You could have claimed that you were part of a scientific experiment to see if the sounds of rock music being played outdoors would travel from New York to Illinois.

    Just a suggestion.

  4. July 14, 2016 at 2:05 pm

    I guess he wasn’t Prince Charming?

    • July 14, 2016 at 3:26 pm

      No, but he left prints – sand prints – on the bedroom floor. I remember wondering why he always wore swimming trunks under his clothes to go to work (I was so beyond naive, a word hasn’t yet been created or uttered to explain my thinking processes back then).



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