Thursday, July 1, 2010

San Francisco to Kansas


 If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there.

For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair.

All across the nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion.

For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there

If you come to San Francisco 
Summertime will be a love-in there. 

Words from a song during the 1960-1970 era.

 
This picture was taken about 1971, before my daughter was born.
We had recently moved from the flower children of San Francisco to a small
town in Kansas.  Looking at this picture causes me to realize why they thought we were hippies.

I made the comment on another blog last week and got a couple requests to tell more.
What I can say is my husband and I married quite young and innocent.  We both grew up
in conservative families.  I had always been fascinated by San Francisco; so when my husband was accepted to San Francisco State College (now SF State University) for graduate school in counseling, we jumped at the chance to live there.  My husband actually did his internship at the Haight Clinic.
It was the height of the flower children era and life on Haight-Ashbury.
What exciting, eye opening times they were.
We came naive conservatives and left gentle liberals.
Nothing else in our life experiences has so dramatically impacted us.
The flower children taught us to be pacifists, which we are still today.
We learned to live with people of different color.
We learned to evaluate and understand what we believe.
We learned to love flowers in our hair.
The sad part was also seeing the love turn to rebellion.
Their was a time of protest and fighting, where my husband would check the news to see if he could get on campus on a particular day for classes.
We really were not flower children living on the street, but we lived among them and learned.