The most significant moment for me in the sixties?
Easy! Going to The Woodstock Music Festival.
My sister and I arrived early Friday afternoon and left Monday morning. My dad dropped us off and then went fishing at a near by lake. We caught up with him twice during the weekend and he came for a few hours of music then decided that, while he could see we were all having a hell of a good time, he would rather go back to his homemade Econoline camper and drink some scotch. The event and the music was a very primordial experience for us "youngsters." Sort of like the intensity of a war zone, without the war. Many of our favorite artist were performing. We actually bought tickets ahead for all three days, although we obviously never needed them! My dad was always so cool.[/b][b]

- Free love (and that I didn't get any...)
- Street drugs (and that I didn't do or have any...)
- Love, caring, kindness (and I was in the military...)
- Did I mention Free Love???

The 60's were a wonderful time, at least so I'm told... been trying to catch up with that 2nd childhood ever since! Seriously, the 60s gave us social consciousness and political awareness - both precious commodities today. Ain't Free Love wonderful?!?

Growing up in Detroit, Michigan, the AM stations played Motown music (mostly great local talent) and a lot of rock and roll from Britian and midwestern United States. All this music influenced many, many artists who eventually came to Detroit to show their music. Later, the FM monster showcased all these artists in really great sound. You couldn't travel through metro-Detroit without hearing all this great music.

The most significant moment of the 60's was the assassination of President Kennedy. It was the subliminal moment that unleashed the furies and in many ways, began the 60's which did not end until the resignation of President Richard Nixon in 1974.

Significant moment... hmmmmm.... music... hmmmm....
you mean it's not the 60's anymore?... hmmm
Jimi Hendrix, Beatles, purple hazeeeeee...
Did I say Purple haze?
It seems that the events of the present time are taking us back to a 60's mentality. Check the headlines.
More to come.

I am an historian at an American university, Radford University in Virginia to be specific and I am working on an oral history project that I'd like to put out there and see what response I get. I'm 58 years old, so I was 18 in the summer of 1967. I know exactly when I bought Sgt. Peppers and when I first listened to it. I beginning an oral history project on traveling in the 60s, either hitchhiking or driving or bumming around Europe, Africa, Asia, or anywhere. The tentative title is "Space Travel: On the Road in the 1960s."If you would like to be interviewed or if you know of people who have interesting stories about travel in the 60s let me know. You can reach me at rstraw@radford.edu. Thanks to you all.

Besides the great music, the '69 Moon Landing made the biggest impression on me. I was just a kid then, & I recall being afraid that the surface of the moon might obliterate the astronauts' feet. What a thrill to see them as they bounced around in 1/6 gravity, and then safely returned home! Oh, & I remember the 6 cents postage stamp (see attachment) which came out during the Apollo era; I still have an original.

There is a joke about the 1960’s it goes: “if you remember it you weren’t there.” Being a child of the 80’s I thought of a similar joke for the 90’s “if you don’t remember it then you weren’t there” I think that nicely sums up the last decade of the second millennium.

Jimi Hendrix and The Beatles were my musical heroes.

Significant events were
1) The Summer of Love ('67)
2) The Chicago Republican Convention ('68)
3) Woodstock ('69)
4) The Manson Family murders ('69)
5) The Altamont Rolling Stones concert ('69)
6) The Kent State massacre ('70)

In the summer of '68 I was out of college, and went to Chicago for a fraternity brother's wedding. We had heard about the impending confrontations at the Republican Convention, and had seen numerous "hippie-types" around Chicago flashing the peace sign, and telling us to come to Grant Park. After the wedding some of us went down to Rush St. to hear some music and party, when we started seeing lots of young people running toward us with bloody heads and faces. It really terrified me, and I got into my car and drove all night back to Colorado. When I walked in the door, my father was watching the coverage of the Convention on TV, just as Mayor Daley and the police were launching their all-out assault on the protesters. We had never seen such brutallity by police aimed at citizens. My dad, who was a conservative Republican, was in shock. I remember him saying "...what the hell is happening to our country, and it's children" I watched as his long-held Conservative values, and faith in the basic goodness of America began to erode before my eyes. VG

I was in a Chicago high school during most of the 60's. However, I did go down to the anti-war protests in Grant Park. This was without my mother's knowledge or permission, so I marched during the day and went home at night. I remember a protester taking down the American flag from the flagpole at the old Perillo bandshell. A small group of Chicago cops rushed in to rescue the flag and were promptly barraged with a rain of cans and bottles, They had to take shelter behind a squad car under the observation of police and FBI on the roof of the Field Museum across the street. Reinforcements soon arrived and they made it to safety.
The next day the Illinois Guard arrived in force and formed a line between us protesters in the park and the hotels on Michigan Avenue. However they failed to extend the line all the way up to Randolph St., so many protesters, including me got around them and over to Michigan Ave.
There were protesters running all around, up and down the street with police chasing them, to the confusion and consternation of shoppers and office workers. I thought it best to go home at that point.
The last day I was withness to Senator Eugene McCarthy's farewell speech to us in Grant Park after his defeat at the Democratic Convention. After that I went home, and thats how the 60s
ended for me. In 1972 I went into the Navy for six years,after 2 year of college.

B. Bromberg