summer of love ♡

Yes, I want to write about it, but diary style, as I recall stories of my life 50 years ago, when I was 14 going on 22.  I will be adding on to this bit all summer long.

So I made a poster to start with, including  a copy of my most recent passport photo, with a flower in my hair.

From what I’ve seen the summer of love happened everywhere because it is being remembered in many communities, all over the world.  Its appropriate, this summer changed life forever, beginning many revolutions.

I spent much of 67-68 in Berkeley literally on Telegraph  and in the Haight.  Details will be added on.

A very cheerful “Peace!”, to any and all with an interest in hippie life, and living an alternative reality, which today has become mainstream life.  🌎


Recalling how it all began, way back in the early 60s. I’m olde now of course, well I will be 65 next month. No I cannot believe it, for many reasons.  First, I’m truly not at all sure how I have lived this long.  I never, ever expected too, a truly everyday is a total gift.

Back in the day, about 1963, the music became hugely important to me.  The Beatles began a musical revolution and created an instant focus on all things music for my friends and my self.

Songs of love and wanting more were in the air. Simon & Garfunkel, Cream, Doors, Led Zeppelin, Yardbirds, Animals . . . there was a yearning, a desire in the music and rising up in the kids listening.  For a few years I experimented, like everyone I knew was doing.  We smoked pot and more. We were young.

So for me, a girl who is a risk taker and rebel, well the 60s were custom made.

The first time, I was still a virgin and I was on a date, a double date and the guys had something for us to smoke, I was 14. We did, we laughed. Nothing bad happened, we kissed the boys and they  took us home, giggly and feeling like we’d had a great adventure.

So I was off and running, a suburban white girl, learning all about a big, new urban world.

I heard something called crosstops would give me energy and help me lose weight and I would have so much energy I could do anything, they were all that and more.

By the time I was 15, I was a regular customer. And my room was very clean and re-designed to boot. And pullezze …. don’t think I was being taken advantage of, no way. I knew just what I was doing.

The very first time I left home without permission, but with my radio and a bag, and after listening  to  S & Gs song about leaving home ….. The Boxer and Homeward Bound…..

I was gone.


Off and running I told my gf Evey and Linda that I was getting on a Greyhound and flying up

I-80 at 70mph. My cousin Patti lived there but it was my Aunt Alice who met me as I got off the Greyhound. We locked eyes and her “young lady!” was fairly disturbing. She put me right back on the next bus and Daddy picked me up 2 hours later in Sacramento.

I was busted, grounded, just 14 and it was 1966.

I wanted to be grown up, away from home, with friends who liked music I liked and this War sounded horrendous. I wanted every soldier to come home safe but they didn’t. I was scared the war would go on long enough for them to draft my brother, Jack.

I became interested in what was happening politically.

The other huge national event that had occured was the assassination of President Kennedy.  That event had enormous impact on youngsters just 3 years previously.

Losing Kennedy made alot of people angry, and I’ve always felt Kennedy’s death along with the civil rights movement were the true beginning of our social revolution.




Author: Jillymaui - Travel, Kink, Music, Poly, more

A hopeful romantic, poly kinky bbw, travelin' gal, enjoying the last few decades of my life, I love the wild life, genealogy, SF Giants baseball, swimming, painting, guitars & playing, singing, sightseeing, and writing in my future home.

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