August 15, 16 and 17, 1969.
I have spent my whole life wishing I'd been old enough to go. I turned 2 years old that summer so going to Woodstock was out. If I'd been 16 or 17 years old, though, I would have been ALL OVER THAT.
I always wanted to just talk to somebody who went. One of the very first things I asked my husband when I met him was, "Did you go to Woodstock?" Ha!
The Woodstock Music & Art Fair at Max Yasgur's pasture in upstate New York was billed as 3 days of peace and music but by the end of that weekend, it had defined a generation and landmarked an era.
The largest rock concert ever. Three days of music and camping out under the stars. Some took months to plan the trip, save money, make up lies for parents, bosses and loved ones, round up their buddies and/or lovers and hit the road.
The officials in Bethel, NY were ready. They were confident they could control traffic, sanitation and medical emergencies. They were prepared.
They were told about 50,000 people were expected. Nearly half a million showed up!
32 acts performed, including one of my favorites, John Sebastian, formerly of The Lovin' Spoonful.
There were two deaths that weekend but also two births!
They really did come in peace. Only 109 people were arrested. All but four of those were arrested for drugs. There was no instance of violence at all, according to New York State police records.
They made love and they made history.
This is one of my favorite pictures of Woodstock.
I think this one photo speaks louder than any of the thousands of stories told or written about that magical weekend. It's the message of love passed on to all generations who came after them.
They were stardust, they were golden, they were at Woodstock.