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Back in February, I started a thread titled "I was There"
I talked about Woodstock back in 1969 and the angel who likely saved my life.
The person who pulled me out of the mud, who I only remember as a smallish girl with dirty blond hair just happens to be a member here at USMB. For 42 years, when ever I related the tale, I referred to her only as "my angel". I had nothing more; no recollection of a conversation, no real memory of her face.
When I told the story, she sent me a private message, saying she had pulled a young man out of the mud at the Festival.
After several days of discussion, it became clear to me, that after 42 years, I had found my angel. However, she requested that I not reveal her identity.
So, out of respect for her wishes, I more or less dropped the subject.
Fast forward 3 months. A couple days ago, I posted a photo of me driving a farm tractor. She saw the picture and recognizes my nose and eyes and is sure that I am the man she pulled out of knee deep mud back in August of 1969. She has given me permission to go public.
I'd like to present my nomination for the guardian angel of USMB, peach 174.
Thank you, Angel!
Gee and you haven't changed a bit......
It was cool. Though if you needed information you had to go to the library which was invariably a 10 mile walk through hip deep snow and up hill both ways. Walk out the door, and you were unreachable. Break down on the road and you had to fix it yourself or walk. No cell phone to call AAA or daddy. Yup the music was great. Beatles, Stones, Cream The Dead James Brown, Aretha Franklin on and on. It was cool growing up in the 60's, but for some odd reason, I don't care for mud.
And if you wanted to watch a show, you had to watch it while it aired. During Wizard of Oz, everybody stayed home. And if you need to change the channel, you had to walk all the way across the living room, in 10 feet of snow, uphill, both ways, and when you got there, there weren't any of these whimpy buttons, no, you had to actually crank that channel by hand, and if you were lucky you had more than two choices of stations. And if you wanted to watch something after midnight, forget it, they all signed off.
Do you know why 7/11 is called 7/11? Because it was the first store that opened up at 7am and closed at 11pm. Finally, if you got a craving for Ice Cream at 10pm, you could actually go out and get some.
Yeah! you punks! No cable TV, no calculators either we actually had to learn multiplication tables and logarithms and how to use a slide rule.
When you changed the TV channel, sometimes you had to re-aim the antenna. Do you punks even know what a TV antenna is? Have you ever seen a test pattern. Hell have you ever seen black and white TV?
Back in February, I started a thread titled "I was There"
I talked about Woodstock back in 1969 and the angel who likely saved my life.
The person who pulled me out of the mud, who I only remember as a smallish girl with dirty blond hair just happens to be a member here at USMB. For 42 years, when ever I related the tale, I referred to her only as "my angel". I had nothing more; no recollection of a conversation, no real memory of her face.
When I told the story, she sent me a private message, saying she had pulled a young man out of the mud at the Festival.
After several days of discussion, it became clear to me, that after 42 years, I had found my angel. However, she requested that I not reveal her identity.
So, out of respect for her wishes, I more or less dropped the subject.
Fast forward 3 months. A couple days ago, I posted a photo of me driving a farm tractor. She saw the picture and recognizes my nose and eyes and is sure that I am the man she pulled out of knee deep mud back in August of 1969. She has given me permission to go public.
I'd like to present my nomination for the guardian angel of USMB, peach 174.
Thank you, Angel!
I remember those days all too well. No electric in the house, well water, no phone, no TV. Outhouses and dirt roads. But, no-one locked their doors.Or their cars.Yeah! you punks! No cable TV, no calculators either we actually had to learn multiplication tables and logarithms and how to use a slide rule.
When you changed the TV channel, sometimes you had to re-aim the antenna. Do you punks even know what a TV antenna is? Have you ever seen a test pattern. Hell have you ever seen black and white TV?
Where did you post the pic of you on the tractor? Wanna see. Link please.
Here ya go
Where did you post the pic of you on the tractor? Wanna see. Link please.
Here ya go
ok, there is a very SUSPICIOUS resemblance between that beard sitting on that tractor and that Santa beard.....
hmmmmm....
hmmmmm.........
hmmmmmm.............
Oh, shit, are you whom I think you are?????
More like 'Green Acres.'Thanks Ernie. Love that mop of hair, lol. 3 acres, eh? How wonderful that must be!Where did you post the pic of you on the tractor? Wanna see. Link please.
Here ya go