I remember the STP Family well! And it truly seems like only yesterday.
In the summer of 1970 in Boulder, Colorado this pack of ebullient, edgy, in-your-face hippies perfected the art of living on the outskirts of society. They were a hard-doping, hard-drinking, dumpster-diving, wheeling-and-dealing street theatre circus unto themselves. Talk about living close to the ground: The STP family brought the ground up to meet us.
Foolish to some, courageous to many, The STP Family lives in counterculture infamy. I was proud to have met many of them, particularly Deputy Dawg, RIP.
But don't take my word for it. Do your own research. The STP Family lives!
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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 400 of 518 Newer› Newest»O.K. I wasn't going to post here again until things settled down a bit.but I wanted to answer Stryder..Yes I do remember you .
I was in Tucson when that happened with Buck..
Remeber Mrs Gross's garage in Berkely too.That was the name Sleeping bags Bob gave the garage.Many a drinks in there..
Fred Flintstone..wow the last time I seen him was in Portland Or.We were drinking beer at the abandoned hospital up on the N.W.side and sliding down the hill on cardboard.Please can't we all just be respectful and have some rememberances and not go berserk here?
A lot of water has passed under the bridge since those days and we are much older and have led much different lives than we used to..
My brothers asked me not to post until things calmed down,but there are people I want to talk to here and share with.
The good and the bad were all a part of it just as life will always have the good and bad..
Putting blame and pointing fingers isn't going to make any difference in the world ,not to me anyway.Lets try to get along here and not go postal..O.K. I have said my 2 cents for what it is worth..
Does anyone here remember when Arid Xtra Dry (RIP) (my ex and the father of my children) jumped into the Boulder River and broke his neck?
He was called Herb before he was Arid..Can't remember who coined Arid for him..
He hung with a guy named Rattlesnake Jack in those days.He had just gotten back from Vietnam and had gone to the Rainbow fest and then Boulder where him and I met for the first time..
More reminiscing.
Stoops I have known. Wisconsin and M in G'Town, across from the golden domed (1st national?) bank. Really well worn. Used to be a hardware store but then became a trendy clothes place. But I think the stoop's still there.
The church on Peach Tree Street in Atlanta where Quicksilver said fuck you to a lady who was lecturing her about smoking on the church steps. I was so proud.
There were a number of well worn ones in New Orleans but I can't remember a particular one. Same with Austin, Berkeley, Tucson. Guess we just kept moving in those places. Or I just don't remember.
Did any of you attend the Ozark Mountain Festival in Sedalia MO in 1974? I lost my girlfriend Melissa (I called her Mona Lisa) and when I saw her again 2 days later she was on the arm of some long haired guy with a van. Not the first or last woman I'd lose drunk There were a lot of drugs too, both real and bogus. Probably mostly bogus. Arrowsmith played, as well as Leonard Skynard. They gave up on trying to enforce the gate early on in the concert so most people got in free. I heard that a bunch of hippies "liberated" the mayor of Sedalia's prize cow and butchered it and had a big free barbecue. At one point I was in Sedalia and concert goers were stealing everything. I saw a store owner standing at the door to his store begging the line of people streaming out to put back what they were stealing. Poor Sedalia - I'll bet they were never the same.
Wow, I posted on this blog two years ago and completely forgot it existed until Connie sent me the link, lol. Early onset dementia?
Hey CJ, Richie is right, that guy is Safety Pin who was banned from the Hip Forums site. Hope you are doing great!
Patti, I also have a ton of photos from both reunions at your place. I have a copy of that movie too, didn't Julian shoot most of that?
Richie, I know your name but not sure if we ever actually met back in the old days. Too many black outs, lol.
Robbie, I sent you an email.
Hi Connie, thanks for the link!
Wow, lots of memories here...
John aka Little John
Connie, you were almost right about Little Cindy, she did hang out with a Kenny, but it was Kenny Numbchucks and that was after Jack died.
LJ
Fred Flinstone, lol, what a character he was! 6'4 maybe and around 300 pounds, lol. There are so many stories about him. I'll tell a few in a bit.
Someone else also mentioned Moon. I remember one time me, Poop and Moon hitchhiked from Boulder to Portland with 3 dogs, lol. Damn that was one long trip!
LJ
Yes I thought I corrected myself about little Cindy.That was Cindy Burton.I lived in Portland when she was with Kenny Numchuck,she was also with him in Tucson before Portland.Before Kenny Numchucks she was with Robby.Boy I am digging my memory now and this next part may be totally wrong..I know one of the Cindy's was with Jack...It was Cindy with Lalu that was with Jack wasn't it?Maybe memory isn't serving here..Before she was with A. Dave.
The Lady Kenny Redport hung with was little Karen .Thinking he met Karen in Albequerqie for some reason..may be mixing up Big Karen with her though because that is where I met big Karen..Don't think I am off too far..:-)
Good to see you back John..Hopefully things have settled down here and we can have a good time ..
Yeah I believe the last time I saw Moon was in Portland also...
It must have been quite the time hitching like that ..Lol
Yes I remember Fred quite well .Who could forget a larger than life character like him.I called him the gentle giant..Loved Fred..:-)
Connie, yep it was Karen that KRP was with, I remember her but don't know where they met.
Jack was with Cindy and Lalu, (I talked with Lalu a couple of years ago and I think CJ saw her) then Jack was with Little Cindy after she and Robbie broke up, then when Jack OD'd Cindy was with Kenny Numchucks.
I don't remember Arid breaking his neck, but I do remember going to chow one Sunday morning in the Santa Barbara County Jail in 1975 (Tommy Nicknose and I were doing 90 days for the intelligence of breaking into the SOS Beer Store which had 3.2 beer!) and Arid was sitting right across the table from me, lol! He was trying to eat and had the shakes real bad and didn't notice me until I said "Arid? What the fuck are you doing here?" We all had a pretty good laugh about that, talk about a small world!
The last time I saw Moon was in 1979 in upstate New York.
Fred Flinstone was a hoot! He got arrested one time for strong arm robbery in SE Portland: he was walking down the street with a 2x4 draped over his shoulder and yelling "Ya got any change?" at passersby, lol! The Safeway by the Park Blocks in Portland had a walk-in cooler where they store their beer and you couldn't see inside of it from the outside. Fred and his brother-in-law (I believe) went in the cooler, sat down, and started popping tops on a few brews and started drinking. They might have gotten away from it too, if they wouldn't have passed out...
Connie, remember when me and you got those tattoos in Weiser, Idaho at that fly-by-night shop those Angels had opened during the Weiser, Idaho Fiddlers Convention? Remember the tattoos that Fred got there? OMG...
I have more Fred Flintstone stories I can spin tomorrow. Loved that guy.
LJ
Yes I remember the tatoos....Yes Freds forehead,oh man I had forgotten about that..Sweet Jesus..Shaking my head and laughing..
Yes now I remember(little) Cindy being with Jack now..Just had to put it in chronilogical order..
Hey LJ...long time no see. Nice to see a friendly face around. Howz life treatin'ya? hmmmm...on-set dementia...or it is 'set'...settle here too. Julian did alot of taping and taking pictures and Poop did too...I think (?) *lol* I can still see/feel the Reunion and how the response was soooo good. Before the 1st, I thought..."if lucky...maybe 10...15?" The outcome was grrreat. I still have T-shirts...*lol*...from the 500 I had made. Jackie is sending pics to me...I can't wait, especially my wedding pictures. Ya know one of my favorite is the one with your daughter and Sugar...the fawn...that is such a good picture.
The Karen that was with Kenny we called "Raggedy Anne Karen" when she was hanging with Me, Abbe, and Greek Mary in New Orleans, (the "Itch, the Bitch, and the Witch" they called us).She wandered into Jackson Square wearing a patched granny dress, with a patched bag hanging around her neck, (hence "Raggedy Anne").
Connie, do you remember Rattlesnake Jacks dance on the table downstairs at the "Sunshine Company" in Taos? Itchie(my mind drifts back) Richie.....
I remember Karen.She liked drinkin whiskey.
I did see Lalu. She showed up on Instant messaging when a bunch of us were messaging alot.I found out where she lived and went to visit her. She's married to a Mexican truckdriver named Jose and has five handsome boys.---CJ
John,you got your Cindy's mixed up. Big cindy(lalu's mom)came to town with Jack.after Jack she was with asshole Dave. She died in a bike crash with fast eddie.Little Cindy was with Kenny Numchucks when I met her in portland.---CJ
Yes I remember that dance in Taos.I was dancing on a table too.Jeez those were the days..Could sure get away with some craziness..
I think I would go to jail if I tried to dance on a table nowadays.I have not seen Rattlesnake Jack in so many years..Remember how I could dance with a beer bottle on my head anyone?
Yeah Crackerjack but I do think little Cindy was with Jack breifly after him and big Cindy split up before she got with Kenny..It just seems that is a memory..??
Yes I remember that was Karens knickname..What ever happened to little Karen..
Anyone remember Dingy Dave?I do believe it is Dingy Dave I am thinking of..He hooked up with Hiawatha? a Hopi indian in Albequerqie? Moved into an A frame cabin with her and her folks..
CJ nope, Jack and Little Cindy were together after he and Big Cindy split up. They were together when he OD'd and Kenny Numchucks was hanging out with them, then after Jack died he and Cindy hooked up. Remember that half-wolf dog named White Dog? That was Jack's dog originally. There was a photo of Little Cindy and Jack with White Dog on the old Myfamily site too.
LJ
It was to Dingy Daves aframe that Cyde and I drove to one night. On the way back to Guerneville his truck stopped running, so we pushed it up hills, jumped in and cruised down hills, pushed it up more hills, jumped in and cruised down more hills, all the way back to town, we passed all kinds of gas stations, but Clyde said"it's the electrical"(quote,unfucking quote). Well we finally got home at about five oclock the next morning, and lo and behold...............ready? we were out of %$#%$@#*&^%$$#%gas...
Big Jack was with Lil' Cindy when they came and stayed at the house Ron Kelly, and me were living in off'a Agua Fria Street in Santa Fe,right after the fall festival.....then again, when I got back to Austin with Gypsy, and Mona, they were there too....It was Big Jack, and Lil'Cindy...
Itchie(memory like a bar sponge) Richie
I realized my mistake as soon as I posted it. I GOT MY CINDYS MIXED UP. :-) I forgot about Jack hangin out with little Cindy. I remember white dog. He was a memorable beast.
My memory is like swiss cheese.The good stuff with the big holes.---CJ
Yep I sure do remember white dog.Kenny & Cindy were up havin some beers with me & Arid up on 20th & Washington in our apartment.
Cindy & Kenny started fighting and it ended up with him beating on her.I (like an idiot) tried to help her and got bit by white dog.Got me real good..Had a few stitches in my arm..Taught me to jump into fights when there is a dog around..:-)
Yes now we all have it right .Cindy was with Robby first..Then Jack,then Kenny.I sure would like to hear from her.
I would like to figure out a way to get more people communicating,and be able to find this blog,I have not met you Cecil,(I dont think ,Lol) but I would like to thank you.
Unfortunately with open forums people can be anonymous and cryptic .
I for one am very happy to be talking to people that I shared experiences with,good or bad.
It is a part of my past that has taught me some lessons in life.I have went on to be a caregiver and take care of people ,I dont think that would have hapened if I had not learned those lessons.
Serenity,Tranquility,Peace..
Connie
Hi, Connie. So far in this experiment of mine, no one remembers me. You probably wouldn't recognize me if you *did* meet me. Hell, I have a hard time recognizing myself these days :')
My plan is to keep this discussion up as long as it is useful to someone. Apparently it has helped some folks make connections and that is beautiful. It has helped me connect to old memories. And new friends. Stryder and I have hooked up in the not-so-virtual world, and that is freakin' cool!
I am the sum of my experiences and the influences of people along the way. I can't just let my memories of the distant past fade away as irrelevant or embarassing - they are part of who I am.
I can only hope that if there's some sort of reunion planned I'll get an invite. Until then, here's my description of myself in Boulder Summer '70:
- 5'6" skinny 19-year old with long brown hair.
- Was a street fixture on the Hill and in the parks.
- Carried around a trombone. I'm certain I was the only one there carrying around a trombone.
- Camped about 3 miles up Boulder Canyon near a deserted mine shaft on the north slope of the canyon.
Hell, *I* know I was there, dammit!
Hi Cecil...I first discovered this site in Nov.'09. So far it has been great...with the exception of "one" but everyone has thier issues, I guess. Communicating here is a "connection" with those I love and share strong bonds and memories with. Some...may not have met but it doesn't matter, there is a connection through another that we do. "The Reunion" was good. We got to see where our lives went, met our children...grandchildren, was able to see how talented and passionate we were with our beliefs and life-style. Still to this day it feels as incredible as the time it happened. To see how important it was to everyone be there, the effort made to get there...and spending time with those that have past since. It was good...
O.K. who remembers this better than I do? This is so fuzzy .
Either..(fuzzy).. Berkely or San Fran..A group of us walking along panhandling..Arid and I are with.. {fuzzier},, Mike Spike or Slim and maybe I am off base and it is someone else...
There are a few more with us.. I am pregnant with Zack..I think it is Mike..Some guys drive by in a car and they have a bb gun.We had had a beef with them on the street earlier that involved car antennas..
They are shooting at us and we are trying to scatter..Mke (or Slim gets shot right under the eyeand another place..Everyone is scattering to get me out of the way cause I am pregnant..
He goes to the hospital and the removed other BB, but they never removed the BB under his eye..There were others there..Who remembers this?
Connie
Hi All, it's been many many years since I had any contact with the family. Nostalgia hit me so I googled STP Fsmily and found this site. I am amazed so many family members are still around.
I had to leave. If I stayed I'm sure I would have died. But I do miss the family and would love to makecontact with you all.
Young Jesse
Hi Jesse,
Like you,alot of family retreated to survive.Now older and smarter we are getting together to remember. Most who didn't quit died. The drugs and booze are poisons after all.
So welcome and stick around. Share some memories.We all remember our own bits and pieces. If we put them together we can remind each other of stuff we forgot.
It's good to hear from you.---Crackerjack
I don't know whether this will work or not: http://stp.freeservers.com/.
to crackerjack, itchy and patti, sorry for upsetting you. I didn't do it intentionally.
sorry, I thought the link would lite up/highlite itself and you could just click on it and it would open up to the STP photo site. If you highlite it yourself though and paste it into your search engine you should be able to open to the Family photo site that everyone was talking about earlier on.
I was speaking of someone I knew named Casey before, and as I typed in search "engine" just now I thought of the song by the "DEAD" called Casey Jones, (i think that's its name, anyway).
"...riding that train, high on cocaine, Casey Jones you better watch your speed..."
Crackerjack, you didn't really take all those pix on the site that you a credited for, did u?
yada-yada-yada googly googly moogly
my oh my I must be a maroon
Can't you tell by the way I sigh?
Little John,
I remember talking to you from the other site, but there are two NoNames posting to this site, only one of them is me.
By the way Crackerjack, I thought that thing you told me on the street about the boxers rebellion was very cool, even if the real boxers rebellion wasn't really about boxing.
Two of my cousins once came down to the village to see if they could find me. My old man told them I was hanging out on St. Marks Place. I used to call my old man collect from pay phones on the street. When my cousins got to St. Marks Place, they described me to some hippies that were hanging out and asked if any of them knew where I was. You happened to be one of the hippies that was hanging out there and you told them, I was in Washington Square.
While I was walking up 8th street towards St Marks place low and behold, there you were coming down 8th street along with my two cousins. We met. I had just recently gotten into a fight with some dude who was a lot bigger then me. I waited for him to come out of a restaurant and went after him. I busted him in the nose at the same time he hit me in the jaw.
Anyway first thing I said to you when I saw you was, I got hit. Next thing you said was I got hit too. True you don't remember me CJ, but when I met you that day, I never told you that I hit the other guy first.
By any chance when you told me that you got hit too, did you leave out the part where you hit the other guy first, too.
Not only that but when I hit him I broke my hand.I was so mad I bought a knish.Oh yea and soaked my hand in a mud puddle.The knish got wet and muddy but I ate it anyhow. Where is everybody anyhow? I'm I the only one around here?
Not the only one noname. I'm here too. Two is better then one, isn't it.
In any case you may want to investigate Snoopy from the site where Little John and Itchy say they know me as SafetyPin. Be careful though!
NoName, maybe this would interest you. I bought some army fatigue pants several years back from a big department store. I was saving them up for who knows what and I finally started wearing them a few weeks ago. They were not very practical though, the pockets didn't button down securely and I had to fasten them with safety pins.
I have this thing where when ever I go out I always put several things in my pockets, sometimes stuff that is important to me, sometimes any old thing that is within reach, that way, if I never come back, at least I'll have the stuff I put in my pockets with me and if I do come back and perchance everything I left behind is gone, I can still empty out my pockets and at least I'll have that stuff and I could start all over again and have something to start with too.
peace, noname
I'm a non entity but even by myself there are still three of us
me, myself, and I
now there may be two of us for real. two nonentities
Being noname is fun.You don't have to worry. Can say anything you want and there's noname to blame. Kinda like standin on a street corner with a bag over your head and chatting with people.No matter what you say they won't know who to blame so you're safe. Great for you,only problem--who wants to talk to a paper bag? I guess that's why people get upset at me and don't take me seriously.
Well,I can always talk to myself. Hi self.Wheeee!!! such fun. Noname
My name is peter.
by the way, I don't entirley subscribe to the philosophy of sharing without expecting anything in return!
Where did everyone else go, I'd like to know myself?
"Imagine"
disemination of information!!!
Question for the family. Jail was a lot of fun huh???
and because you all went together; that's why you are all alright now/part of the new establishment? Did you leave anyone behind by any chance, like for instance,
Charley, not Charley Brown, the other famous/infamous one.
maybe you left someone else behind, too. boo hoo, that's right yeah, or maybe there really was another family and you left the whole lot of us behind and maybe I was one of them and now I'm pissed.
Bug off STPers. A hippie family that named themselves after a drug. Obviously you didn't take enough of it because if you look around you, there is less peace in the world then ever before, even among the great hippie family, the STP family.
PS: serinity, peace and love just the same
Actually,If I had half a brain I'd know that nobody is listening because nobody wants to hear what I have to say. But I have to talk to myself because nobody else will talk to me. Poor me.Boo hoo.Maybe I'll just crawl back in my hole.
dingaling,
maybe nobody is listening because they all went somewhere else to talk to each other about guess who? You might want to check out a site called hipforums.
They are accusing me of everthing under the sun and wishing me dead, for god only knows what reason. I've stopped reading it.
Staring at the four walls may not be the most productive thing you can do, but it's a hell of a lot better then the counter
productivity that this particular group of so called hard core, counter culture hippies are into.
My name really is peter and I never had a street name, that is what everyone always called me.
My mother was Jewish and my grandmother had a twin sister who died in the holoacaust, but the hippies somehow have this notion that I am a fascist.
They claim I don't know even know about the Warsaw Ghetto uprising. It's not that I don't know about it, it's just that I've heard about it so many times when I was growing up that it just isn't that significant to me anymore.
In any case, there were all those people who went to their deaths without fighting and then there was one ghetto in Poland called the Warsaw ghetto where the Jews decided to fight. They did fight and the way it came down to me from my father, (he was Jewish too),not my mother is that they all fought and everyone of them died to the last man woman and child.
If you would rather talk to someone else, rather then yourself, talk to me.
Tell me if you think there was any difference between the warsaw ghetto fighters and the others, Jews or not, who went to their deaths by the millions with out lifting a finger, or so we are told. It's something I have been grappling with all my life; most people don't even want to talk about it at all.
peace
dingaling,
I talk to myself too. It nice to have someone else to talk to, for a change.
And if you have been grappling with it all your life what makes you think someone else may have the answer you seek??
I'm curious Peter. If if you think so little of these people(STP)why are you here?
Yes ,that is a good question ...why are you here Peter?
To Young Jesse....go to "Hip Forums", after a week or so of posting they will connect you to a private message site...you will be able to get ahold of us privately. Unfortunately we can't give out personal info on this site for obvious reasons....Itchie Richie
PS" Hey bro, it has been a long time....
Yes Jesse it will be good to talk with you,
<...because you are my roots, and I am related to you. I am in your family whether you like it or not.
b
Family memebers fight like hell sometimes, but neither time nor distance can change the fact they are family, even if per chance some of them don't remember each other. In a conventional family unit the bond between family members is genetic, in a counter culture family the bond is just as strong or stronger but initially it is a bond developed by choice.
By the way, one of the reasons, as far as I can rekon, that the feud between the Hatfields and the McCoys was so vicious and it lasted so long was because a lot of them intermarried.
LOL,
peace the fuck out
peter >
Did Itchy put something in his pipe that bleu his mind or something.
He seems to have lost his capacity to understand the social reality that determines what people mean when they use certain words.
see, when you follow someone around that means they were ahead of you or they were there before you and then you followed them there. Just so as Itchy doesn't change words to fit his own meanings of them, when everyone else understands them another way, I'd like him to be clear about this: I was posting to that site where he says I followed him to, several years before he got there, as a matter of fact I posted to this blog just a little before he arrived on it, too.
I would not accuse him of following me anywhere though,in fact I'd be honored if he did, but I wouldn't expect Itchy to understand that.
This may sound absurd but there is a kernal of truth in it, as it relates to Itchy, what Itchy can't remember, he never knew to begin with. Therfore, he doesn't remember me, so as far as he is concerned he never knew me to begin with.
Itchy, that was reefer the native americans put in there pipes when they spoke of smoking the peace pipe, I don't know wtf you put in yours.
peter
Safety Pin,
Did you run with Huntz?
Well I find it real interesting that after you run everyone off and no longer have anyone to argue and berate that you arn't just the happiest little camper and posting to your hearts content.You are a true coward .You would rather sit here and hide and have people try to guess who you are rather than just come right out with it and have a conversation with someone.Have fun playing with yourself asshole..
want to fight me anonymous.
Hey,
Little John, last time we talked we were friends.
wickwaw, we should be able to settle that confusion about where the loft was now. I know for sure crackerjack knows.
I'm saying third street btw first and second Ave. For those of you who were not there and or don't know, even though it was called a loft, you had to go down a half a flight of stairs to get to it.
I went there once with Puerto Rican Mark (who was half Jewish) and Mark S.to score an ounce of maryjane. Mark S. (he only went by his real name), loaned me his suede so I would look kool, but despite the suede, when we got there, STP Billy along with a couple other family who were there, said that they thought I was a colligate type and snikered at me a little.
We got the pot anyway, so everything was OK, even so. In case anyone remembers Mark. S. he wasn't exactly a hippie, but at the time he had just about the longest hair in the east village.
When we got to the loft Mark S. seemed to know everyone, much to my surprise. I had no idea how he knew everyone and everyone seemed to know him.They we4re all saying hello to him and he was saying hello back to everyone. Then we bought the pot and left.
Last time I saw Puerto Rican Mark, I was wandering around some god forsaken part of the city, had no clue even as to where I was and there's Mark. He just appeared out of who knows where and he started talking to me as if he had invited me there in the first place and there was nothing at all unusual about our meeting each other like that. LOL
n.n.
Richie, I registered on hip forums like you said. I don't remember you, but those were fuzzy times. Connie I do remember you. I was with you and Arid in Albuquerque when Zak was born. Later in Berkeley you let me borrow him for panhandling. That was a long time ago.....
Yep, I just got back to Albuquerque from Watkins Glenn, I was staying with Arid,Connie,Zack, and Mudd....you were hanging with Muskrat, and JJ....in Alb., and later in Santa Fe...Itchie (memory?) Richie...
Hey Jesse,
Yes I remember you well.
What days those were..Would like to talk to you more ..Will get in touch at hip forums.Did you go to back to the garden and old hippies??It is good to hear from you..Connie
Itchy,
maybe u can understand it this way. You left your genetic family to become part of a counter culture family.
Now you and most of the STPers have their own genetic families.
Maybe my counter clture family was the only one I had to begin with; I started out with them, then I left them to become part of something else, and now I want to come back to the fold again.
In any case, STP was family to me, but not immediate family...cousins.
wicwaw, it never occured to me, but how many red headed hippy chicks could there have been. Ranger is looking for a red headed hippy chick and so am I. He says the one I am looking for is not the one he is looking for and your sister's name is Candy. I thought Casey was from upstate NY, and that her real name was Kim, but ...
Itcy could settle the whole thing for us if he cared to or if his memory is still in tact. I first met Ritchy when he was crashing with Casey. According to her he was kicking a bad speed habit and didn't say a word to anyone for at least a whole week.
I barely knew you then Itchy, only thru Casey. A little less then a year later Charley and Nancy Brown crashed with me and then Steve and Mona. I know you knew Steve and Mona because when I was homeless on the street and hung out with Jax/Crackerjack, OJ, and Zap, you used to hang out a lot with Steve and Mona. We all road the subway together one nite with Steve and Mona's puppy.
I am not Mangy John Crackerjack, and I don't know who he is either.
I am not a narc either. I may be a bit of a fascist though. Nailcakes was never on the east coast, (I don't think) where it all began, I was.
What Shameless is referring to is the fact that I objected/didn't think it was right to spike anyone with STP. Someone I knew did it to someone he thought was a narc, I thought it was wrong whether he was a narc or not. I still think it is wrong.
However this same person spiked all of us with STP and no one knew for sure when anyone else knew it, but at some point we all knew it and then we became a family...
...or possibly I am crazy, or possibly we were a family and I am crazy too or conceivably the whole family was crazy or maybe there is no such thing as crazy...crazy is just another word for a group of peeps from which no one can be excluded.
Thank you anyway cousins for allowing me to say my peace.
By the way, second anonymous, I am no name and the challenge stands, punk. Do you want to fight me woose. Make my day. I hope you feel lucky. Bring it on mfer! LOL
Uncle Ciecle,
I've heard that when a jury comes back with a quick verdict, the defendant is usually guilty.
However, it is my belief that every judge has to deliver his or her quota of breaks. I got one, one time from a real judge in a court of law.
I'm just say'n. LOL
Hey all my brothers and sisters this thread has grown!! Connie just saw your post at other site. Thanks for the info
Yo CJ and IR what is with the NO NAME dude or dudette???? LOL
Need to catch up on the posts but some are real crack ups!
Whoever is saying that they cannot understand why stp was called a family well......it was the 60s/70s/ and it was not like living with mom and dad on the streets!!!!!BUT we still had the 'FAMILY" and I suppose like all famlies there were disfunctions!!!!!! LLLLOOOOOLLLL
AND yeah we did see a lot but we traveled this Country more than a most and we were able to do things that can never be done again in the open on the streets and many were just LIVING whereever we were at at the time
I still will probally be called annonomus here as I never registered?? But this is Chriswah
Connie thanks for the info on GOLDFINGER LTD and yes that was/is Candy my sister. I am totally amazed he made it to the Austin caves. I am amazed he made it at all!!
Saw post about NYC....CJ I remember it as being around Second (ave/St) and near St Marks square where that house was where we would crash but sheet that was almost 40 years now.
Notice how nobody ever talks about STP John? LOL
Saftypin is banned now? LOL
Hey just taught my granddaughters Mother how to dine and dash at the 50 dollar a cup coffes shop in Del MAR Ca. She told me it was a rush!!! lol I did not feel bad and later I went back and tipped the chick (opps LADY SERVER) 5 bucks and told her what was up. She was thankful for the Lincoln, and in fact said that the place is for the snooty snobs and she was happy that we did it!!!!!!!!! lol
AH Bright moments.
AND to whoever thought that there were no vigalanties who did not like our looks/style as I lick my upper gums I remember the day when I lost the front teeth as we had to protect ourselves from a trip up the Mountain past Nederlands! At least we fought back!!
Not sure why that even matters!!
Take care all
spill a taste of whatever you drink for the Bros and sisters who went before us!!
ChrisWah
Hey all my brothers and sisters this thread has grown!! Connie just saw your post at other site. Thanks for the info
Yo CJ and IR what is with the NO NAME dude or dudette???? LOL
Need to catch up on the posts but some are real crack ups!
Whoever is saying that they cannot understand why stp was called a family well......it was the 60s/70s/ and it was not like living with mom and dad on the streets!!!!!BUT we still had the 'FAMILY" and I suppose like all famlies there were disfunctions!!!!!! LLLLOOOOOLLLL
AND yeah we did see a lot but we traveled this Country more than a most and we were able to do things that can never be done again in the open on the streets and many were just LIVING whereever we were at at the time
I still will probally be called annonomus here as I never registered?? But this is Chriswah
Connie thanks for the info on GOLDFINGER LTD and yes that was/is Candy my sister. I am totally amazed he made it to the Austin caves. I am amazed he made it at all!!
Saw post about NYC....CJ I remember it as being around Second (ave/St) and near St Marks square where that house was where we would crash but sheet that was almost 40 years now.
Notice how nobody ever talks about STP John? LOL
Saftypin is banned now? LOL
Hey just taught my granddaughters Mother how to dine and dash at the 50 dollar a cup coffes shop in Del MAR Ca. She told me it was a rush!!! lol I did not feel bad and later I went back and tipped the chick (opps LADY SERVER) 5 bucks and told her what was up. She was thankful for the Lincoln, and in fact said that the place is for the snooty snobs and she was happy that we did it!!!!!!!!! lol
AH Bright moments.
AND to whoever thought that there were no vigalanties who did not like our looks/style as I lick my upper gums I remember the day when I lost the front teeth as we had to protect ourselves from a trip up the Mountain past Nederlands! At least we fought back!!
Not sure why that even matters!!
Take care all
spill a taste of whatever you drink for the Bros and sisters who went before us!!
ChrisWah
Hey all my brothers and sisters this thread has grown!! Connie just saw your post at other site. Thanks for the info
Yo CJ and IR what is with the NO NAME dude or dudette???? LOL
Need to catch up on the posts but some are real crack ups!
Whoever is saying that they cannot understand why stp was called a family well......it was the 60s/70s/ and it was not like living with mom and dad on the streets!!!!!BUT we still had the 'FAMILY" and I suppose like all famlies there were disfunctions!!!!!! LLLLOOOOOLLLL
AND yeah we did see a lot but we traveled this Country more than a most and we were able to do things that can never be done again in the open on the streets and many were just LIVING whereever we were at at the time
I still will probally be called annonomus here as I never registered?? But this is Chriswah
Connie thanks for the info on GOLDFINGER LTD and yes that was/is Candy my sister. I am totally amazed he made it to the Austin caves. I am amazed he made it at all!!
Saw post about NYC....CJ I remember it as being around Second (ave/St) and near St Marks square where that house was where we would crash but sheet that was almost 40 years now.
Notice how nobody ever talks about STP John? LOL
Saftypin is banned now? LOL
Hey just taught my granddaughters Mother how to dine and dash at the 50 dollar a cup coffes shop in Del MAR Ca. She told me it was a rush!!! lol I did not feel bad and later I went back and tipped the chick (opps LADY SERVER) 5 bucks and told her what was up. She was thankful for the Lincoln, and in fact said that the place is for the snooty snobs and she was happy that we did it!!!!!!!!! lol
AH Bright moments.
AND to whoever thought that there were no vigalanties who did not like our looks/style as I lick my upper gums I remember the day when I lost the front teeth as we had to protect ourselves from a trip up the Mountain past Nederlands! At least we fought back!!
Not sure why that even matters!!
Take care all
spill a taste of whatever you drink for the Bros and sisters who went before us!!
ChrisWah
To Peter anonymous?
I am sorry that someone dosed you .It is wrong to give people or animals for that matter anything without their consent or knowledge.I would imagine that I even may know the person who did it..The only thing is ,that was way over 30 years ago and it seems you might have been able to come to terms with it by now.We were all pretty much just stupid kids back then,who formed an alliance out of necessity.We,most of us are very different people nowadays.I am sure that most of us still hold the fundamental beliefs we had back then though.It all got a little lost in the drugs and alcohol though,which many gave up .I hope for a brighter tomorrow for you.I will pray for us all.Connie
Connie,
It wasn't just me who was dosed and I wasn't exactly dosed. We, about eight or nine of us were all living together and the girls were making tuna fish salad sandwiches. The guy who you might know who "dosed" us was living with us too; he was one of us.
For two or three days, for me at least it was maddening. It was also one of the best experiences of my entire life and when the whole thing was over, the "doser" put a name to us and we were a family.
Since then my life has taken some bad turns and frequently I have a very bad attitude towards certain things, even the things that were once good experiences. life is like that sometimes.
Thank you for putting my life in a new perspective though and also thankyou for your concern!
peace,
peter
aka:nn
Jesse,I can't find you at the hip forums..When you get there scroll until you find the Hippies section.Click to open that then find Back to the Garden Section ,click to open that then choose the STP family and post there.That way I can find you..Connie
I was connected to the east coast hippy thing back towards the end of the whole thing but I never followed it to Boulder, the northwest or anywhere else around the rest of the country.
I remember reading about the MFers in the east village underground newspaper.
I was also aquainted with the work of the Young Lords and the Black Panthers in el Barrio, although I never knew any of them personally.
Thing of it is, I like this site better then that other site which bills itself as a "free speech" site; for two big reasons.
One, you have the optioin to post w/out logging on, on this site and two because you can post anynomously if you choose to.
Therfore this site is a lot freer then that site that promotes itself as a free speech site.
It's like I just fought a battle with me on one side and the entire STP Family against me.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that this thread took off so fast that there is a whole hell of a lot to cram in into the very short time that it has lasted so far.
Along those lines (YES, I do like to hear myself talk in case u are wondering)I started to read the whole thing over again. It seems that there is a a little revisionism going on, and even though it may just be my be in my own addled brain it seems to have taken a postivce direction and I like it.
Anyway, I think I remember Spooky, I remember him as Ghost tho, for some reason and he didn't have syphilis when I knew him but he did have an accent and he did carry a bed roll and I think he was from Ireland and he knew some people from the upper west side.
He told me one time he was in Spain with some hippies and that I would have loved it there and that he wished I had been with him. He said there were hippies there and yippies there and flower chidren too. Yep, hippies, yippies and flower children. It's like a mantra I have repeated to my myself a thousand times since I first heard it from him. Ghost or Spooky used to crash upstairs with "black" Kenny as I referred to Kenny and Kenny lived with KC who was like my first girlfriend as an adult.
Kenny gave us both asprin one time and told us it was LSD, and we both laughed it was so obvious that it wasn't LSD, but we kissed for the first and only time after Kenny gave us the apirin. Had to, we couldn't let him know that he knew that we knew he was onto us.
By th way "Jax", You never did go to tht concert by the Dead. It was very difficult to get into and only a select few did.
However I do remember some big Angel type stamping the sh@#t out of you on the side walk one day in the city and you yelling to me for help.
And Zap did get his arm broken and then later on went to Washington (DC) to represent the street freaks or some sort of thing like that.
And if'in I "was" a narc and someone did dose me, wouldn't you all be busted by now.
Seems I'm the only one who is still being rousted from my home by the police. that would be I "am" a Narc, right. Oh! I forgot, you're part of the new establishment now, so you would be responsible sitting sins (pun intended) now.
By the way, ChrisWah and Little John, I believe the term for you even though it is not politically correct in this day and age is Indian Givers. All those nice things you said to me and about me in those PM's on the other site, and then you turn around and say that crap you said about me here.
I'd still like to hear from Morgan. By th way "Jax," do you still have your short stumpy little legs with the pot belly.I thought you were kinda cute too but luvione brought it all back to me. She is much more perceptive then me and she knew you after you left the city and in different way then me, I guess.
peter, these days known as knowLOLname
I meant to say: that would be bc I am a Narc, right!
To LJ and ChrisWah:
No offense, but the leader (I'm not ashamed to call him the
"leader," even though we were hippy's) was Native American.
NN
..."am" a narc, right. Confound these darn computers and keyboards and my own brain!!!!!
NN
Crakerjack, as I have already mentioned I never called you anything but Crackerjack when I hung with you on the street, not Crakerjax, nor Jax. It was some other peeps whose names I will not mention again right now who started that on the net, in particular on that other sight from which I am banned. In any case I just wanted to explain why I picked it up too; it's bc it is such a pain to type out Crakerjack every time one wants to refer to you, it's much easier to just type out Jax. Whew, finally got that off my chest.
noname
There is a more serious matter I'd like to take up now though. I have always thought of the STPers as the most genuine hippies there were, largely bc even though they did believe in peace and love they fought too. In a violent world, if i haven't said this alreay, when you consider yourself the foremost representative of peace and or love then the first thing you have to do is fight aginst violence. Otherwiswe who will be left to represent peace and love better then you, you are the best.
however i still maintain that there was another hippy group that existed simultaneously with you guys and that would be the group I was part of, the FISH (family).
I can't see why this upsets the STPers so much. You knew us back then. Maybe you didn't know what we called ourselves or didn't take us seriously as a group or never could remember the name of us, but you knew us...and we were not rivals. We had differences of opinion on an individual basis just like eveyone in this life but by and large we lived in peaceful coexistence.
I would like to say that we were even more peaceful then you, but I'm afraid I might start the real third world war.
love to all of you anyways
I know the rationale behind why hippy chicks kissed cops back in the day, I can't conceptualize it or verbalize it but I know the rationale behind it. Today I am sure a lot of hippy chicks make love to cops and narcs etc. etc. etc., too. . . and probably are even married to police agents as I like to call them these days. Big deal! Marriage itself, big deal!! ... but I'd like to get personal here. Would any of the females/women who posted to this blog kiss a geek or more to the point would you prefer to kiss a geek rather then me. If so, I'm ready to give up!!!
STP Family 40, me love. LOL
Paul is "not" dead, my appauligies just the same.
NN
I looked up blog on micro soft WORKS which is the only word processor I have on my computer.It said:
blog [blog]
(slang)
n (plural blogs)
online Same as weblog
vi (past and past participle blogged, present participle blog·ging, 3rd person present singular blogs)
have weblog: to create or run a weblog
[Contraction]
-blog·ger, , n
Encarta ® World English Dictionary © & (P) 1998-2005 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
so I looked up weblog to see how WORKS defined that. It said:
web·log
web·log [wéb lòg]
(plural web·logs) or Web log [wéb lòg]
n
diary on Web site: a frequently updated personal journal chronicling links at a Web site, intended for public viewing
-web·log·ger, , n
Encarta ® World English Dictionary © & (P) 1998-2005 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
My verification word was priacks. not exactly an explicative, is it? I am not loggedon to this site but I am banned from the other one.
"Democracy fosters competition" quotation by me,
NN
The moderators are still reading this, at least.
First you trash the hell out of me on two different sites and then when your all done exchanging e mail addresses both your threads end.
By the way I am not lurking. I use the internet. I have as much right to look at what I want to as anyone else does. As far as that other site goes, I can't log onto it no matter what I do. Doesn't matter what user name I use, nor what ISP I use, and I am in grave danger of being kicked off the net entirely bc the web master of that other site accused me of being a fascist. Very funny since my mother and father were Jewish communists. Just what a facist, like the webmaster geek on that other site would say to someone like me!
I hate these geeks, they are worse then Nazi brutes.
NN
The realities of the street huh Itchy. I don't know them? Maybe you just went thru a very intensive reality for a short time and I've been going thru it forever, still to this day. No Ritchy, I do know the realities of the street and worse and I am still living in that reality.
F@#k U.
You can be friends with someone who is not "your" friend and you can know someone who does not know you. I assure you that you and Jax and OJ and Zap once knew me and I still remember you whether you remember me or not!
Heya!
Cecil yer friendly neighborhood sysop here, clearing up any possible misunderstandings that may crop up.
I let these conversations self-moderate. Aside from occasional tempers and shouting, yer all at least together somewhere and having conversations, eh? I wouldn't think of trying to moderate - what would be the point?
I'm just lucky I could reach out and touch a friendly electron or two from so long ago. And lately, I've been feeling like a forty-year snake is about to swallow its tail.
I don't get the simile about "feeling like a forty-year snake is about to swallow its tail," could you explain it, please!
It was almost 40 years ago this summer when I was living in Boulder. Like Ouroboros the snake that eats its tail, I feel kinda like my tail is ahead of me. It's probably a spiral but it sure feels like a circle.
Billy?
You are not a snake unc. cecil, not a snake of any kind, especailly not a poisonous one. I think the name for the poisonous varieties is vipers, but that might be the name for all of them.
Anyway there are only 4 or five kinds of poisonous ones in America. The rattler, the water moccasin, the corral snake, possibly the cotton mouth although that might be the same as the mocaasin. I don't know!!!
In any case I don't know why you think rattlers have spiral tails. Mind you they might, but I don't think so. They just kinda have nubs on their tails and they rattle them. I almost stepped on one one time. I had come out of a brook by my home that me and my brother-in-law were trying to reach the ocean by by canoe. The water was too shallow most of the way and we must have carried the cannoe at least a mile out of about ten we went. Little did I know how many curves and turn backs that brook had. By the crow we probably didn't go much more then a half of a mile. Anyway, when we came to the first brigde I wanted to get a look at things from roadside and on my way up out of the brook to the road there was this big ol fat rattler sitting right on top of a disgargded railroad plank. Never thought to look for him or her there.
NN
peace uncle Cecil,
even if you are poisonous, a war mongerer is worse then a viper
did you forget the entire
FISH Family too or are you hard doping people going to tell me that I'm insane because you refuse to admitt reality.
By the way the STP Family originated when either 14 people took seven hits of STP each all at once or seven people took 14 hits of STP each all at once...and they all wound up on the psych. ward of Bellvue the same night.
Didn't you tell me that yourself itchy or was it u Jax, or maybe it was OJ.
If it was OJ, well you know, unfortunately he can't defend himself anymore. Too bad he did not want to take the liver transplant his father wanted to give him!!!
NN
Memory flush last nite... remembered hitch-hiking to Vail from Boulder late July 1970...
Crashing a rich-folk's party and watching an early sound-activated light show [MusicVision sold by Edmund Scientific] whilst listening to Pink Floyd, seeing those same rich-kidz slink off into heavy heroin cocoons leaving my psychedelic ass alone, vagrant and detached, getting hassled by Vail's finest and dropped off at the city limits, being picked up by a kind couple and taken up into the peaks to spend the night in a geodesic dome smoking colitas herbs, drinking fine [well, not Ripple at least] wine, and listening to "Deja Vu" on a high-end stereo.
Lovin' you all, lovin' me too. There is just so much residual energy still there to tap into that I honestly believe we can just float and bathe in it. Anybody else goofy as I?
Uncle Ceese please,
I got ripped off buy the same 3 black adolescents who asked me for a smoke twice in a row, on the north side of Tomkins Square at dusk right in front of some upper class hippies who didn't say a word while they watched and then I had to walk past the upper class hippies in my shame and anger to get to my humble abode on 11th street between C & D. I couldn't go on to the street for a week afterwards both times I was so scared. What a rush that was!
Hitch hiking to Florida I got picked up by so many soldiers that turned me on to so much pot and hash heesh that when I got back I wasn't sure if I had ever left. Several of them together driving a souped up mustang were insisting on smuggling me into Fort le Jeune with them just so I would have a roof over my head for the night. I had to decline for the obvious reasons I might have gottern them into trouble and I told them so, too.
nn
Who is mindbender 62 who logs onto the other site as someone who is 47years old and is living in North Crolina. In the part about jerry jeff walker on the MFer thread he "appauligizes" to the STPers "for gettin ya all wound up. " He gets the same kind of flak from the moderator(whose name I won't mention) and someone else (whose name I won't mention)that I used to.
I'd like to mention their names though. Would any of you like me to mention their names too, real, street or user names.
I think the STPers have screwed me royally.
It reamins to be seen!
Mona is pictured with Rufus in Bezerkly on the photo site but in the picture Rufus doesn't look anything like I remember Steve used to look. Is it Steve. Steve used to carry a knife in a sheath when we lived together.
Phil lived with us too for a time an when Laurence moved in he slept on a hammock above Steve and Mona.
nn
Wana know the motto of the Greek navy, Jax, you're Greek aren't u.
We never leave our friends behind.
Hi cousins,
How is it that one that Mouth used to keep picking up in Vacaville (I know he died and I am sorry for him) gets Family status and I don’t.
nn
There is one perplexing question that goes entirely unanswered in this blog and I think those of us who were not hippies would liker to know. How did you become part of the new establishment?
For example when and how did you stop drinking and drugging and panhandling and hitchhiking and buy or build your own homes and get jobs and drive your own cars and start your own families.
I think people might want to know this because I think we are experiencing a resurgence of the hippie ethic in America today and some who were never hippies before are becoming hippies now and they might want to know how they will get back to their former statuses.
Personally though, I would like to know for myself why or how or whether the STP Family was different then other hippie groups.
Itchy first of all when I made that comment about putting rock salt or something in someone’s but, I did not mean it. I don’t have a shot gun and I never did and if I did, well I just wouldn’t have one period.
As far as sitting on the door stoop of the building where SDS was making bombs, that is true and I never had the slightest clue who they were until I read in the papers what happened. I might add that they treated me in a way that was akin to kindness but it didn’t help them much.
I am not competing with anyone for who has a better version of street reality then who either. That thing I related about hitting a guy in the face, it is true and my cousins did come to visit me shortly after that and they did meet my best friend on the street at the time and he did know where I was and he was leading them to where he knew I would be, but all that aside I can tell a little about one of my experiences with street reality that is from my heart my version. As far as I know, this is not something anyone else forgot, no one even knew it when it happened. There were two girls on the street who used to hang out on one of the door stoops of St Marks place, one was black the other white. I had stitched my fly up with a leather thong and put a safety pin on my dungarees where the button to fasten them was. It was summer time so I had a leather vest on but I had a white T shirt underneath the vest. I had everything but the bare skin under the vest and the patch and I was thinking about the patch and I was also thinking about bare skin under the vest. For all intents and purposes to anyone who wasn’t very familiar with Family I could have been mistaken for one of them. But these two girls were familiar with the family, very familiar with them, I have said that they hung out on St Marks place on the door stoop right where a lot of panhandling was done by the family and where the cops kept coming around the corner to roust everyone on a regular basis.
I had said hello to the white girl once in my entire 9 months I was on the street and she was smitten by it and never forgot it. One day about a month or two before I left the city the white girl said to me, didn’t I tell you to get off the street and she smacked me in the face. Then some black guy, who I had never seen before got down behind me on his hands and knees and the black girl pushed me over his back. They told me to get off the street and not to come back. I walked around the streets aimlessly for the next two months and I never went back to St Marks place. I was completely disconnected from anyone I ever knew on St Marks place and just about anyone and everyone period.
I wandered around the city like that as I have said for the next two or three months until I left on my 22nd birthday. 3 days later I was locked up in Bucks County jail out side of Doylestown for vagrancy. I got a 30 day sentence but they let me out in twenty. During the 5 days before my trial I had already been forcibly but fucked by a black man and one of my cell mates a dude from the breed was so mad at me they had to put me in isolation ostensibly because I had lice but in reality for my own protection from this biker dude.
That’s a little slice of my version of street reality from my heart. By the way I still believe in peace and love just as I know you do and always did, it’s just that people can’t always or don’t always practice their own what I call faith. Peace and love are my faith, the only faith I have, have ever had and in this day and age with the whole world embroiled in violence, it is getting harder and harder to practice my faith, but my faith is still there whether I practice it or not.
Itchy,
weren't u the one who used to live on the top floor of 620 e. 11th street with black kenny. remember, one of the two identical buildings with an airshift inbetween them where the hippies threw their garbage occasionally.
Hello All...haven't been doing much communicating lately...altho I have kept up with the comments here. In reagrds to the curiousity/question:
*For example when and how did you stop drinking and drugging and panhandling and hitchhiking and buy or build your own homes and get jobs and drive your own cars and start your own families.*
1974 "Hampton" my husband and I left Tucson, went to Oklahoma. My Grandfather left me property which we decided to build on. Before we took on this venture we decided to get things in order. I went to Nursing School and he joined the carpenters union...I studied, he worked and there was no time for drinking...plus after getting into making a homelife for our son we just didn't think about stuff like that. Don't get me wrong, I missed life on the streets but the life of my son became top priority. Anyway...it went on from there, had 2 more children and this is when I really wanted to drink *lol*...no, I'm kidding. Altho the house was built, careers found, it didn't last. 1981 we divorced and the kids and I chopped wood and hauled water...which seemed like forever. I became overwhelmed and began partying again. To date I have 5 gr'kids and no longer drinking.
Anyway, thought I'd stop by and say Hello..."Hello"
Hi Patti,
Thanks
I would still like to know though, why or how or whether the STP Family was different then other hippie groups.
Skylark...I wrote a reply but it doesn't go. I get this> Hi. This is the qmail-send program at yahoo.com.I'm afraid I wasn't able to deliver your message to the following addresses.
This is a permanent error; I've given up. Sorry it didn't work out.
Oh well...but I am curious where it says I am 62. It has been a long time tradition that women alter thier age, mostly to be 39. Somewhere it says I am 62. Beleive me I don't want to be older...I already feel 99.
"Skylark"...I am thinking you are the daughter of a very dear friend from Tucson. "Julian" is my son. If I am right...2000 your sister was re-united with her father, C.M. (used initials for purposes of privacy) I had an event at my place in Oklahoma which "Z" came to. Ask your Mom...when she was having to hitch-hike or ride a bike to her LPN classes, I brought her a gift..it was a older model Dodge dart ( I think)...it was black for sure. If I am right, your Mom has always had a special place in my heart. From the start I always admired her strength and strong direction. Infact...she was the kick-start to my career as a nurse. If I am right, let me know.
I'm a guy, Patti and I am 60. I thought it said somewhere that you were 62, maybe not.
Anyway, Patti, I'm not clear about who you were trying to send a message to or how. If I am not mistaken, I only said you were 62 in one place and it should have been obvious how it got to you and who sent it.
I saw the pix of the reunion and the marriage on the photo site a long time ago.
I also know about the site that Little John put together, but I have not logged on for fear of reprisals.
At one time Peyote Cliff said he would invite me to a more recent reunion "if" I still had his address, but I never had it in the first place and neither JD (I'm not sure if I asked JD at this point, it was a long time ago) nor Mouth would give it to me.
Sorry for mentioning names!
thanks for talking,
peace,
SL
I thought "you" might be Nora, but if I remember correctly there were no African American females in the STP Family or none that I knew of anyway.
I knew Zap. He was from NJ, an affluent suburb not to far from where I grew up.
Zap was cool!
By the way, I know that thirty nine thing. My own mother was 39 for probably going on two decades after she reached the age of 39 chronologically.
Skylark...when I first discovered this site, one of the first page comments was by "Bleu"...I knew her Mom, we lived in Tucson at the time...1972>on. When I recieved a private e-mail from you I thought it might be her. I did the "reply" thing but it was thrown back at me...that "DAMEAN" thing. Seriously...I am not at all good with this internet stuff...so when I "surf"...most of the time I land places by accident...really. Anyway...as far as reunions...I wanted to get that together for YEARS!!! When all this cyber-communication started Candyman and I started making contacts. Actually CM did most of the internet stuff, I stuck to the telephone. But it happen. Alot of time, energy and cash went into it, plus it was at my place. Since then I haven't attended another.
Patti,
I don't think this has anything to do with computer savvy; however, I will try to leave my mind open to it. Having said that, the only thing I can suggest is that you look at the e-addy of the person who sent you the message.
Bob Dylan says something to the affect of, I can't decide for you you'll have to decide for yourself. I think it is from the song "With God on Our Side" "...with god on our side we'll win the next war..." but I'm not sure.
By the way Uncle Cecil has got to be tops in his field with verification words. I can't prove it but I'm certain he sends me messages with his verification words alone. I hope I didn't give you away Uncle Ceece.
skylark
Skylark...here is how it came to my box...
*The "Subject" read as follows:
the left is still right, (LOL), politically
Wednesday, June 9, 2010 10:21 PM
From: "Skylark"*
...I copied pasted the head of the e-mail. This is why I thought it was from "Bleu"...my friends daughter, till I read your comment here discovering it was you. But, really? What does it matter? Anyway, glad it figured out. Sorry to have imposed on you.
p.s. If you'd like for me to copy the letter for you I will but then again you wrote it...as I said when I replied it was returned.
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...oops the address didn't show on the last message I posted...regarding your suggestion "the only thing I can suggest is that you look at the e-addy of the person who sent you the message." So...that's the address.
I don't want you to post the letter on the internet patti, it was a personal message from my own e-mail address and I certainly don't want you to post my personal e-mail addy on the net. You said you couldn't reply to my messasge so I thought you still wanted to and I suggested that you look at my address again. I did not post the message you are talking about to this site or anywhere on the internet. I sent it to you from my personal email address to yours. When I click on your user name on this site your personal e-mail addy comes up (or it did) so I sent you a message, an email message.
It says from Skylark but the thing that goes before the @ symbol and after it is my e-mail addy. That's who sent you the message. I have no idea why your reply to me bounced back.
I could speculate but I don't think it would be very productive at this point.
You don't like the Dylan song? It's one of my favorites. Here's some more: "...and now we have weapons of a chemical dust, if fire them we're forced to, then fire them we must..."
By the way, I know bleu is genuine. she has been sitting out there for many years.
What mystifies me is that she is a genetic daughter of a non genetic family. It boggles my mind, but then, your children and I guess your grand children too are the same thing. Can you interprert that for me from STPeez.
Hi Skylark, I had no intention of posting a personal e-mail from you to me here but with the confusion I wanted to show you what happen...well anyway. I am not an "in your face" type of person ...unless it's necessary of course. Respecting ones privacy and mine too, is a priority, which comes from just life experiences in itself plus 30 years of being a nurse...privacy was a big deal. I was disappointed when my reply to you was returned (for whatever reason)...along with my limited ability on a computer my typing is a task...*lol* As for the address you ask me to check...I did, which is why I copied it so you could see what was sent along with your e-mail. Again...I respect the privacy of a personal e-mail and would never share that with others or here without asking you. Should there be a way to send it again, I will. I think it would be in the return letter which I could forward it ya want me to.
Re: Quote-You don't like the Dylan song? It's one of my favorites. Here's some more: "...and now we have weapons of a chemical dust, if fire them we're forced to, then fire them we must"...At this time there are millions of gallons of oil shooting out of a man made hole. The water beings are subjected to uncaring, greed thriving, money making humans. Recently I flew over the ocean going into New Orleans. wow...one could see the filth as far as the eye could see out the cabin window. There are no words that can express the horror of what humans are capable of doing. The birds, fish...dolphins...whales...seals...shellfish all water life. To think about them suffering, smothering...dieing a slow painful death is...man...just sad.
...well as to "interprert" children born to STPeeez"... ahhhh well nothing much to say from my side. They're just my kids and gr'kids. after moving to OKlahoma in the
70's I lost touch with people...except Candyman. He came with us when we left Tucson. He got married and had another child (son). It wasn't till I came up with the idea of the reunion that Candyman and I was reunited with people. My life on the streets ended when I had my son. I focused on a nursing career, home...just having a normal-traditional life, providing the best I could for my children. Street life did give me alot to refer to when it came with dealing with people and all the BS that goes with it.
...I copied pasted the head of the e-mail. This is why I thought it was from "Bleu"...my friends daughter, till I read your comment here discovering it was you.
the above is from your post. I didn't realize what you were saying the first time I read it. So you do know who I am?
Still don't know why you can't reply.
No...other than the name "Skylark" I do not know who you are. Who are you? *lol*...gawd is this crazy or what??? and....then...the reason I can't reply is (I think) the e-addy it reads like this:noname@basic.isp.net which returns my e-mails to you and why...don't ask me...shit I am clueless as to any of this cyber-internet-wireless crap. I'd rather go right back to the rotary phones, stationary with nice envelopes and a fkn' stamp. But should you want the letter I wrote I need your private e-mail. Cuz when I tried to send it I got back this:MAILER-DAEMON@yahoo.com failure notice Thu, 6/10/10
my mistake patti,
I thought you were something like a moderator of this site and that Cecil had something to do wih developing it or developing this particular blog at any rate, and I was certain that the two of you knew each other.
noname
Hi Skylark...Nope never met Cecil. Moderator??? Me??? Seriously...I am NOT any good at this hi-tech shit. Thank you, tho. To even appear as tho I could be is a compliment, I spoze. The coolest thing I can do is copy/paste. Like I said a few comments back...I just happen to find this site via "Google".
I'm not really that concerned about who is a techy or who is not. the whole point is kinda but just kinda moot to me.
What I am concerned about is whether you or Ceicil for that matter are family. That would be cousins of course, not immediate family.
Am I "family?"
I didn't spend much time with STP at all, just made some passing friends on the street. From that standpoint I'd say many of y'all would not think me family. But my experience then as now with like-minded folks would qualify me in the "extended family."
My memories, my attitudes, many steeped in those times 40 years ago are still with me. Some things I learned are totally destructive of me and my loved ones, and happily I've been able to avoid much of that path and the accompanying pain. But much of that time formed me into the person I am now. And I see its roots in so many dear friends, and folks who now use the monicker "phamily." I guess I see STP as members of a larger family even tho there were sibling rivalries and family break-ups.
So, call me what you wish... I have strong feelings in my heart for STP, other "road family" of those days and blessed friends I found along the way and are still with me.
Sometimes it scares me to think what I experienced back then, but mostly I'm left with a longing, maybe for things that might have been, and for the roots of a spirit that will never leave me (or I simply can't shake).
You're family to me.
Thanx cous'
Cecil...I think you said that well.
Ann lived upstairs and catty corner from me with her child Charlie. It was rumored that the landlord (slum lord)did not like her so he hired Spanish Gypsie to set a fire in her aprtment while she was gone.
When Charlie and Nancy Brown and later Steve and Mona and then Lawrence came to live with me my aprtment was still gutted from the fire and no one was paying rent anymore.
Lawrence slept on a hammock hanging above Steve and Mona and I slept in the back room by myself.
Phil and Sunday moved in accross the hall from me at some point and the other Phil, the atrist, lived with us on and off, I think when Lawrence split for CA.
Phil of Phil and Sunday used to knock on our door at all hours of the night and in the wee hours of the morning and he would demand that we make pancakes with syrup and peanut butter for him. Sunday would drag me into her apratment and coerce her female crashers to show me themselves topless whenever the occassion afforded. I saw more sets of boobs, (even Anne's once) in less time then I have ever seen before or since and I didn't even have to buy a drink or pay a dollar.
Hi,
Computer unsavvy Patti. Weren't u supposed to send me some email or sump'n!
...ahhh man, as I told you before...the address that is on the e-mail I recieved from you, throws it back to me...read the past comments to each other...in my "unsavy" way it is explained.
...ahhh man, as I told you before...the address that is on the e-mail I recieved from you, throws it back to me...read the past comments to each other...in my "unsavy" way it is explained.
Patti the address you have is right but before you could not use the reply button with it, now you can, however if you really want to be safe just "copy and paste) the address inot your: To box__________
Is it your explanations that are "unsavvy" LOL or your computer skills?
hi patti,
thanks for the email, not to worry though, its really no big deal. Well actually it is (to me) but not that big a deal in the general scheme of big deals.
Anyways in the interest of keeping this "blog" going I was wondering, if it is not being too snoopy of me, to ask you if you could help me to connect to someone I once knew and who would be more likely to remember me then most. His name was Kenny. I know his last name too, but I am curious to know if he is the same Kenny referred to as Kenny Redport by STP. I think he might be.
Could you tell me anything about him.
Patti?
NoName
"...even if you're not with me I'm with you...
"...even if you're not on my side, I'm on yours..."
Linkn Park
peace & love,
to the motherfucking STP Family
Cecil
fuckuhippydipshit
Patti,
You don't think an american can be a communist, do you? Or for that matter believe in peace and love and a brother and sisterhood of human kind.
peter
Patti,
Do u know who Paul is in the original Family photo site. He didn't have a beard when I knew him and he was only 17, but I think it might be him.
Many interesting comments here. I just want to clear up one thing: I thought it was STP John who was murdered by the Sheriff of Nederland, not Deputy Dawg? He was such a jerk, he probably killed them both. I also heard that the STP Family said farewell and paid their respects to John by eating his body. I met a guy in an airport in Hawaii who said he had written a book about the STP Family, and yes, in fact, the Family did actually eat STP John's body. I worked at the United Protestant Center's Boulder Communication Center in the Summeer/Fall of 1970. It was a giant crash pad for all the street people who were coming through Boulder. Deputy Dawg used to hang around there, and he came into my office. The guy had done way too many drugs, and if he died by murder, he certainly would not have lived very long on his own. I met STP John a few times. He was a charismatic, handsome guy. I did not have a problem with John, but some of his buddies were thieves. Which I know because I picked John up one time hitch hiking up Boulder Canyon, and he sat up front with me while two other STPers sat in the back. I had a camera bag back there and when they got out of my van, they took it with them. Where's the justice in that? Somebody gives you a ride and you do NOT rip them off. Street people live by a code too. One story about Deputy Dawg. I was at a concert outside up in the mountains, and Deputy Dawg was high as a kite, stumbling around and being crazy. The location was on a hillside, so he found a garbage can, went to the top of the hill, put it over his head, and rolled down to the bottom of the hill. I also saw the Sheriff of Nederland chase down one STPer and throw him to the groud. He started banging the guys head on the pavement while screaming, "I'm gonna squarsh you like a bug!" I hope he went to prison. RIP all the STPers who never made it very far. There used to be more photos and articles about STP Family on line. There is one site which requires registration and approval before viewing old photos etc.
Many interesting comments here. I just want to clear up one thing: I thought it was STP John who was murdered by the Sheriff of Nederland, not Deputy Dawg? He was such a jerk, he probably killed them both. I also heard that the STP Family said farewell and paid their respects to John by eating his body. I met a guy in an airport in Hawaii who said he had written a book about the STP Family, and yes, in fact, the Family did actually eat STP John's body. I worked at the United Protestant Center's Boulder Communication Center in the Summeer/Fall of 1970. It was a giant crash pad for all the street people who were coming through Boulder. Deputy Dawg used to hang around there, and he came into my office. The guy had done way too many drugs, and if he died by murder, he certainly would not have lived very long on his own. I met STP John a few times. He was a charismatic, handsome guy. I did not have a problem with John, but some of his buddies were thieves. Which I know because I picked John up one time hitch hiking up Boulder Canyon, and he sat up front with me while two other STPers sat in the back. I had a camera bag back there and when they got out of my van, they took it with them. Where's the justice in that? Somebody gives you a ride and you do NOT rip them off. Street people live by a code too. One story about Deputy Dawg. I was at a concert outside up in the mountains, and Deputy Dawg was high as a kite, stumbling around and being crazy. The location was on a hillside, so he found a garbage can, went to the top of the hill, put it over his head, and rolled down to the bottom of the hill. I also saw the Sheriff of Nederland chase down one STPer and throw him to the groud. He started banging the guys head on the pavement while screaming, "I'm gonna squarsh you like a bug!" I hope he went to prison. RIP all the STPers who never made it very far. There used to be more photos and articles about STP Family on line. There is one site which requires registration and approval before viewing old photos etc.
Many interesting comments here. I just want to clear up one thing: I thought it was STP John who was murdered by the Sheriff of Nederland, not Deputy Dawg? He was such a jerk, he probably killed them both. I also heard that the STP Family said farewell and paid their respects to John by eating his body. I met a guy in an airport in Hawaii who said he had written a book about the STP Family, and yes, in fact, the Family did actually eat STP John's body. I worked at the United Protestant Center's Boulder Communication Center in the Summeer/Fall of 1970. It was a giant crash pad for all the street people who were coming through Boulder. Deputy Dawg used to hang around there, and he came into my office. The guy had done way too many drugs, and if he died by murder, he certainly would not have lived very long on his own. I met STP John a few times. He was a charismatic, handsome guy. I did not have a problem with John, but some of his buddies were thieves. Which I know because I picked John up one time hitch hiking up Boulder Canyon, and he sat up front with me while two other STPers sat in the back. I had a camera bag back there and when they got out of my van, they took it with them. Where's the justice in that? Somebody gives you a ride and you do NOT rip them off. Street people live by a code too. One story about Deputy Dawg. I was at a concert outside up in the mountains, and Deputy Dawg was high as a kite, stumbling around and being crazy. The location was on a hillside, so he found a garbage can, went to the top of the hill, put it over his head, and rolled down to the bottom of the hill. I also saw the Sheriff of Nederland chase down one STPer and throw him to the groud. He started banging the guys head on the pavement while screaming, "I'm gonna squarsh you like a bug!" I hope he went to prison. RIP all the STPers who never made it very far. There used to be more photos and articles about STP Family on line. There is one site which requires registration and approval before viewing old photos etc.
WOW!!! Ate John? Geeez guy...where do you get your information?
Patti,
I never left the east coast, not during the time I was associated with STP, anyway.
You don't think that could be Paul who made those comments about Deputy Dawg and STP John.
If it is and u know, let me know, although I doubt that he would have had his own office. More likely that he would have been one of the street people who crashed at the place, but he may have embellished a little.
Paul would not have had a motor vehicle or a camera in the back seat of it either, not at that time.
He could conceivably have worked and crashed at United Protestant Center's Boulder Communication Center at the same time though!
Mr. Natural,
You’re a religious man or were during the time about which you are talking. So, I’d like to ask u this: Do u also believe in objectivity or the scientific method. I’m not sure if objectivity is at the root of the scientific method or not but if it is and you would like someone to give you a different perspective about religion from an objective standpoint that would be moi. I can’t get involved in religion from a subjective standpoint bc I don’t have any and I never did. If that follows logically and I’m not sure it does, but “if” it does, I may be able to shed some light on your perspective of the STPers from a religious view point that u have never thought of before.
I am not from STP myself, didn’t do a fraction of the drugs or drinking they did, but my mind goes to places that I don’t think any of theirs can or did when I knew them personally back in the day and above all I am and always have been less quick to fight then them.
Kenny and KC and me and maybe somebody else, I think Paul took a trek to a church in the west village/Grenwich Village proper one night where we had Spaghetti and meatballs for free.
while we were eating I made some kind of flippant remark about God and the rest of them all wispered shush.
if I remember correctly KC was a Unitarian, she said it was similar to being a Quaker.
The Quakers wouldn't even council me on draft resistance. at that time they didn't respect one's opposition to war on grounds of "conscience."
Mr. Natural:
Sorry, I don't buy into the cannibalism hogwash, nor do I have particularly fond memories of the Christian outreach in Boulder - too many head trips, too many "God vs. the unwashed" guilt trips. The Krishnas, however, were always kind and gentle and fed the hippies with no strings attached. Boy, did they ever cook up some solid and wholesome sustenance.
Honestly, your whole posting sounds a little too much TeaBagger resentment/spin-doctoring to me. Sorry if I offend your sensibilities, but I distinctly remember too many Xtians in Boulder trying to make me feel unclean and proselytizing in exchange for a place to crash. Fuck that shit - that was EXACTLY what I was trying to escape from at that time.
Sure, there were too many drugs taken too casually. Sure, there were dangerous behaviors among fairly naive young people. But those bold explorations of new lifeways still trumps retreat into conventional hung-up superstitious security cocoons that we see all too prominently in our tight-assed deceitful civilization today. Some things will never change....
"solid and wholesome sustenance"? you are kidding aren't u. You mean that watered down potato soup with a few strands of kelp (LOL).
I loved the Krishnas though. You could sit down or stand up to eat on the street just like you were at the family dinner table. didn't have to worry about the heat or anything else, just relax and eat.
I can't say why, but Mr. Natural's depiction of the STPers eating their dead reminds me of the stories about the Viet Cong who left their dead where they lay while the american soldiers had to drag their dead from the battlefield so they could count? them.
mind you, why waste your time with the dead if you are fighting a war and you mean to win. the dead can't fight anymore!
Never the less, I'm not believing it Mr. Natural.
~~~MY CANNIBALISM 2 CENTS~~~
OMG...I just remembered something that happened years ago. After a Route 66 tour of the unknown, I went home for Thanksgiving. My Gr'mothers sister (Aunt Ola) had moved in with my gr'parents. Aunt Ola had a guest come to see her from LA, her daughter-in-law, "Dot". Now "Dot" had the ratted-bubble with the bow in the bangs hair-do. Everyone was talking in the front room...till I came in. I had arrived there after a 20-30 hour trip from Berkeley,still in street clothes,smelling like car sweat and other unknown aromas...thought I'd say Hi and crash. anyway...there was a 5 second period of silence and then hear "Dot" pops off that she had read in the newspaper that the hippies in LA were taking LSD and eating thier babies. She looks at me and ask..."Have you heard or seen that where you are"? I cracked up. I responded..."Oh hell yah...Why we do that all the time...just poke a stick up thier butts and puttem on the fire...yum yum"!!! The look on her face....and she BELIEVED ME!!! My gr'mother demanded I leave the room, my gr'father chuckled.
Skylark, re: the Krishnas... I had many a meal of chapatis, loaded with brown rice and lotsa veggies. Matter of fact, if not for the Krishnas' free food I'd have been starving. They gave me some righteous food.
But once, when I had a few coins I got one of those 12" meatball sandwiches from the pizza joint on the hill and went into full tilt meat ecstasy. Yowza!
Many of times we went down to the Orange Julius and ordered a "veggie burger" that consisted of a bun, lettuce/tomato/onions and a big gob of mayo. For $0.30. At the time it was heaven.
After fasting for 3 days our phamily went into town to score some grub. I asked for a cucumber. When it came back up canyon, I ate the *hell* outa that cuke... like it was a whole watermelon. Nothing since then has tasted quite as awesome. Perspective, bros & sis' ... all about where you are now. I love my life and everyone/everything that touched me. I actually think I love you all... even if I didn't meet you all.
~~~~My 2 Cents on The Krishnas~~~~
In Berkeley I worked at the Berkeleys People Free Food Project full-time. But, on Sundays we did not serve meals. Soooo...on that day I would go to the Krisna Temple and have a free meal. Like you, Cecil it was a good thing. Never...never ever did they preach or push their beliefs on anyone. If you ask, they would answer questions w/o encouragement to join. They just enjoyed sharing thier enlightenment, I suppose. As for the meatball sandwich. Big Ed and I would panhandle enough for a "Top Dog"...loaded with sauerkraut and onions. OMG was that good!!!
I think it's only fair to express my feelings about Christianity since the recent threads.
I'm pretty sad about how Christianity is manifesting itself in our culture. Christianity is definitely a good thing. In fact, I think most of what anyone needs to live an honorable and peaceful life (and even find some enlightenment) can be found in the scriptures of Jesus and his followers.
However... most of the Christians I know, and I know very, very many of them, have these traits that are totally in conflict with the teachings:
- They're mostly hawkish and really believe war is good and necessary. They also support what I consider to be a police state. They believe in eye-for-an-eye and getting back at those who harm them or might harm them.
- They're mostly judgmental, especially when it comes to alternate sexual lifestyles, teen pregnancy and freedom of thought.
- They're mostly anti-environmentalist. They consider environmental activists to be "kooks" who are taking away their right to exploit the earth. They have interpreted "dominion" to mean "it's our planet and we can shit in our nest and destroy it if we want - God said so." Considering their obsession with end-times prophecy, they don't really mind trashing the earth because they believe that soon it will be destroyed and they'll be whisked away to a better place.
- They're mostly anti-healthcare reform, loudly proclaiming it socialism and evil. Not exactly your good Samaritans.
I'm not going to proselytize. But if I did, I could point out numerous scriptures where Jesus clearly instructed peace, sharing, taking care of each other, not judging others, and taking care of the earth. And I would defy anyone to read the scriptures and find anything that contradicts these teachings.
So it was in 1970. And so it still is today. I have a few dear Christian friends with the truth in their hearts and actions. Sadly, though, I believe the truth has been twisted into an evil mockery by the vast majority of Christians in our culture.
It's almost as if the Great Deceiver has already come in the disguise of the faith, and has hypnotized the flock.
I'm not anti-Christian but I'm not blind.
Cecil,
I'm never certain about anything, not even the fact that i'm never certain about anything, but I'm fairly sure that eye for an eye stuff came from the "old" testament wich would mean that not just the Christians believe in it but the Jews too and most assuredly the Moslems. That would cover all the monotheists.
My 2 cents on an eye for an eye: if it were only that it would be harsh but at least it would be a fair trade. It's when your eye is taken and you take "10,000" others for it that things get a little out of hand...sort a like what we did in Iraq.
I knew some of the STP family on the hill - but landed there in April of 1969 and knew some of the other folks - folks I considered family such as Spiderman, Margo and Tom, Eric, Philip, Brian Stearns, etc...I more so got to know STP John and considered him a real friend...so many times seeing him before he was killed on that bicycle of his with a huge roll of bills he would pull out of his pocket and give me a few bucks to buy breakfast...he was my favorite..but I didn't hang out with the crowd - more so was one of those Jesus freaks on the hill into the Urantia - then I would hang out with the Happy Buddhist friends too...
I remember very well Deputy Dawg - you'd have to mention the names to have them click for me - it's been too many years...
People knew me on the hill as "Mouse" --came in to town from Massachusetts...
Cool...thanks for turning me onto this site...
I guess Mr. Wonderful said his "peace" and split the joint.
pr
Lloyd was native american, too, Patti, or so he said.
Mouse/mouseman,
You are a little too humble. I have been hearing about you for years on the net. You are highly respected by the family.
peace,
skylark
The Jesus freaks gave me a T shirt with a picture of Jesus on it on Christmas day. It was the only time in my life that I can remember that I didn't know it was Christmas.
They also gave me some wine with what was rummored to have rat poison in it(it wasn't on christmas day, it was another time) If it did have rat poison in it, there wasn't too much. It just gave me the runs which ordinary wine might have done anyway.
Also if i remember correctly (i may be wrong about this, though) rat poison is basically arsnic and small doses of arsnic over time increase your intelligence. some things just depend on the way you look at them, I guess. My way of looking at things is very odd? at times.
Patti,
I can get your e mail address by clicking on your name. That is your choice. I did not log onto this site and u can not get my e mail address by clicking on my name. That was my choice. Do you repect the right of someone to choose.
Patti,
Kenny lived upstairs from me with Casey and another girl.The other girl was Kenny's girlfriend but Kenny liked KC, too. I'm not sure whether KC and Kenny's girlfriend were girlfriends with each other because they both liked Kenny or he liked both of them or because they just were.
I keep hearing about another STPer and his sister. His sister was/is an STPer, too, but she is somewhat distraught. That could very well fit the description of Casey as I remember her, then again I was and still am sometimes so far beyond distraught that it is highly likely that KC would remember me either, just as Itcy, and Crackerjack do not and I'm quite sure Zap wouldn't, but the jury is still out on him because he hasn't appeared anywhere on the internet, not yet.
By the way when I first met Ritchie, he was not an STPer yet. By the time I met Crackerjack, OJ, and Zap, they were all STPers and so was Ritchie. Kenny and KC, were not STPers when I knew them. What happened to them after that is anyone's guess. Is there any statute of limitaions on this?
One last thing. During the time I knew KC and Kenny (which was not very long) a lot of counter culture people crashed in their apartment. Itchy was one of them. Fuck him, if he doesn't remember me. It really is strange that I remember him, because there isn't anything worth remembering about him. For some idiotic reason, I just do. The memory is funny like that!
Luvione thought for a while I might be Mangy John. Even more ridiculous is that for a while I thought I might be him too.
nn
My roots are connected to hippy's and I can't ever forget that. My father told me once that the real meaning of radical is getting back to the root of things.
Hippy's chief among them the STP Family (with whom I was most closely associated back in the day), by their own admission are now part of the establishment. For years, before I reconnected to STP on the net, this is exactly what I was thinking but I was desperat to have it confirmed. It has been and even though it shouldn't have come as a surprise (even back in the day everyone was talking about the hippies being absorbed/co-opted back into society)it is suprising to me. Some hippy's were absorbed back into the mainstream even before the whole thing was over, and some like the STPers hung in for a long time afterwards.
My particular dilema is that maybe I am one of those people who never becomes part of anything, no permanency at all, no niches what so ever; just moving from one thing to another even if I stay pretty much put geographically.
A hard pill to swallow and I don't think it will ever go down completely but I'm still love'n all of you for helping me come closer to this realization, no matter how hard it is.
peace and love,
sky
Skylark...you get offended that someone does'nt remember you. Why? Ya hafta remember there was alot of shit going on back then...not to mention what was goin "in" the bodies. There are alot of stuff I remember that people say they don't recall. Come to the present and be glad you are here...just saying (*
Patti,
It is disturbing that people with whom I had a very close bond do not remember me, but there are two other things at play here. First, what reason is there for excluding me from your company just becuase I remember you (not you personally) and you don't remember me.
Second, a lot of people are getting reconnected here and I did know some of them, the ones I've mentioned don't remember me, but the ones I have mentioned were not as close to me as the ones with whom I am really trying to connect. Some of them may have become STP, but they were not STP originally and I am certain that some of the STPers knew them and still do.
KC was kinda like an intermediary between the two groups, that's why I keep asking about her. The STPers are more likely to know her or Kenny then some of the other people I am looking for.
KC was a runnaway but she was just shy of 18 when I knew her. There was this guy named Bob, an older guy with a black limo who knew her and when she left, she went with him.
Bob made us all a thanksgiving dinner with all the fixings one time. I didn't think he could do it, but he did. We all had a blast, just sat back and relaxed while Bob did everything.
I'm not sure if it was that time or another one, but he had his limo double parked in El Barrio, 11th St. between Ave. C and Ave D and he wanted me to go down to the street and park it. I hate to admit it after all these years but I said no "f"ing way. Needless to say, Bob was very disappointed, very dissappointed.
Patti,
I'm not saying this is true, but suppose it is. Suppose I really was born into the family at the same time the Family was born. Then think of the 12 step philosphy as for instance, once an alcoholic always an alcoholic. Apply that philosophy to the Family. Once an STPer always an STPer or once a family member always a Family member. do u see where I am going with this.
Suppose the STPers abandoned me a long time ago as families sometimes do. They abandon their children or their siblings. Then suppose after abandoning me for so long they forgot me entirely, it still wouldn't mean I'm not part of the Family. I don't think offended is the right word, maybe you should have asked me why I don't just stop being your brother. then my answer would be, I can't, because I am!
sky
Sky...I "do" get what you are saying...probably alot more than you realize. Branching from that thought, one of the reasons "Family" became a part of my life was because I was emotionally abandoned by my own bio-family. I mean, I could go to "thier house", stay a few days then the shit would start. When I tried to talk and explain myself I was told I was crazy, made a "big deal" outta everything...blah blah blah...physically, my mother was brutal, making Sybil's Mom look like a saint. At 16 I had enough, got a job as a waitress, saved all my money, bought a van (known as the "Patti-Wagon"), took off for places unknown. Ending up in Boulder, Lil'Bear, Mangy John and Muskrat was who I met first. From there I was intro'd to Deputy Dog, Ron Kelly, Candyman and it went from there. Young, sad and in search of a connection to the spirit of "family" I found this with STP. It was easy for me becuz I came from K-Os, craziness, fighting, drinking and that was going on...the family, to me, was safe becuz it was familiar. In no way was I trying to take light from your thoughts. I relate to the feeling...I know it hurts and may anger you...just trying to let you know I understand.
Kenny came to live upstairs from me after jumping parole from, I can't remember exactly which it was, either Almira State University or Almira State Prison. Which do you think would have been the lesser of two evils?
Kenny was my friend and KC was a little more then a friend, but just a little.
I need some help Patti,
My landlord is going to call the police on me. He said he would have me put away permanently. The police have invaded my home 3 times in the last year and a half. The last time they took the dead bolt off my door.Do you have any suggestions?
skylark
Several of the hippies on this blog have talked about going to jail together and getting out together. I would like to know! When the hippies went to jail was it because the establishment thought of them as criminals? What were the charges against them and did they themselves think that they committed a crime? In other words did the hippies think of themselves as criminals? Finally, were the hippies who went to jail any different then the inmates who were already there, how were they regarded by the inmates who were not hippies and how did the hippies regard the other inmates?
peacenic
I have the feeling that someone(s) knows who makes every post in this blog whether they are logged in or not.
Not only that, if you are not logged in if I am not mistaken, there are no terms of service and if there is a way to contact the webmaster on this blog (without logging in), I have yet to discover it!
I knew STP John, Deputy Dawg, mainly from giving them rides hitchhiking in Boulder Canyon. Also in 1970, when Boulder was the post-Woodstock destination for the world's street people and hippies. So much for romanticizing degeneracy, excessive drugging, drinking, doping, stealing, all negative things... but in the afterglow of Woodstock, street people like STP were romanticized to possess noble qualities which were not there. Today, we look at people who lived like STP as unfortunate homeless, alcoholics, drug addicts, and thieves. In reality, STPers were not cool, and they were not to be emulated. The interesting part about them is how they were held up as counter culture heroes. As one of the people who tried to help them through the United Protestant Center, giving them rides, etc., only to be robbed by them, I say quit romanticizing human degradation. Most of these people were burnouts, and it's a miracle, an absolute MIRACLE, that any of them have survived to have any kind of normal life. Get real.
Ah, it's you again, UPC guy. Making that point yet again. I hear you. But that's all I hear. Wanna talk about MIRACLES? It's a MIRACLE the human race continues to exist at all, especially considering our highest aspirations are often for fabled sky wizards and high magic to explain everything for us. Human degradation also includes the tendency of intelligent people to suspend observation of cause & effect and instead rely on faith-based belief systems to understand and assess their existence.
Some day the human race will grow up and even the UPC of Boulder will be romanticized like the STP.
QUOTE from anonymous
"So much for romanticizing degeneracy, excessive drugging, drinking, doping, stealing, all negative things... but in the afterglow of Woodstock, street people like STP were romanticized to possess noble qualities which were not there. Today, we look at people who lived like STP as unfortunate homeless, alcoholics, drug addicts, and thieves. In reality, STPers were not cool, and they were not to be emulated. The interesting part about them is how they were held up as counter culture heroes. As one of the people who tried to help them through the United Protestant Center, giving them rides, etc., only to be robbed by them, I say quit romanticizing human degradation. Most of these people were burnouts, and it's a miracle, an absolute MIRACLE, that any of them have survived to have any kind of normal life. Get real."
Mr anonymous, if I could be so humble as to comment on your point of view.
Isn't it better to romanticizie those who are degenerate, drug, drink, and dope excessively, and steal too, then to regard them as unfortunate homeless, alcoholics, drug addicts, and thieves even if these are "all negative things..."
Regarding people as unfortunate homeless, alcoholics, drug addicts, and thieves is negative itself. Maybe it isn't right to romanticize people who are degenerates, drug, drink, and dope excessively, and steal too, but it doesn't do anyone any good to see them as as unfortunate homeless, alcoholics, drug addicts, and thieves as you say we do today.
Further more it is essential to take into account that the hippies believed in peace and love and there was a war going on during their ira and there was also draft. Part of the explanation for why the hippies drugged, drank, doped and stole was because they preferred peace to war, whereas at the same time they were ridiculed by the establisahment for believing in peace when the nation was at war and all men of 18 years of age and under 35 were subjected to the draft.
And then I'm not sure if your interpretation of the STPers as being romanticized is entirely accurate. Probably there were only a very few people that romanticized them. It is more likely that most people never even knew them and still don't to this day and of course there were always a very few people who knew them and didn't like them at all.
From my own experience, I have mentioned the STP Family to numerous people over the years and I have never met anyone yet who even heard of them. As a matter of fact I had a friend who loved the counter culture and I talked to him about the Family often. At one point he told me to shut up and stop talking about them because they didn't exist. I was just crazy!
On a more positive note, I crossed paths with my friend recently after not having seen him in about 25 or 30 years and I inadvertantly started talking about the Family again. His immediate response was something to the affect of: are you still talking that crazy nonsense. So I told him it wasn't crazy and that I was into computers and the internet a little these days and I had actually discovered the STPers on the net. Later on I printed up a few of the photos from the original Family photo site and sent him pictures of some of the very same people that I had often talked to him about.
groovy, isn't it!
peace, mr wonderful, be proud and keep the faith
Well I see that someone who CLAIMS to be one of the "great folks" from the UPC is here....trying to do good I suppose??? I am quite sure that there were times when someone was picked up hitching and put out back on the Upper Road with booty from the ride that they absconded from the vehicle. All I can say is OH WELL if it was not food or liquor then the booty was probally tossed/lost or even given away.
Not saying it was right but if you were or are truly a person of the Church this should not bother you to this day! GO OUT and help a homeless person today if you need to since that is what you seem to feel was your higher calling back in 1970. I guess you were not one of the UPC board members who were buying nice houses in Boulder with their donated $/State/Federal funds while "kindly UPC workers" fed potatoe soup to the street people!
But to slag on those who may have come for the hot water meals offered 40 years ago and rag on them as criminals is a bit harsh!
On another note..finally caught up on the recient comments here for 2110 and can only say some posters have problems with the past. Well I do not.
I learned a lot and I do not regret the lessons or how I learned them. From battles with Viglante Cowboy wannabes, Life on B Ridge, to nasty fights in PV to great days in a Cabin or cruising for leftovers on the hill, it was all good. I am alive and the experiances of my youth help me every day.
Hell we made it this far!
and for all the brother and sisters who were really there (we know who we are too) remember this we lived through things and with People who were able to experiance a freedom that will never be repeated! Its all good, And may God Bless us all!
ww
never repeated maybe wick wauh, but there are those of us who are living thru a newer freedom right now.
you are the "new establishment" but some of us even though we were connected to you back then did not become part of the new establishment, but hopefully we are now becoming part of the newest establishment or the newer establishment or maybe just something entirely new that has nothing to do with establishments at all.
peace cous,
nn
Wic waugh,
I want to ask you a question. If your sister Candy knew me but she doesn't remember me anymore, would there be any reason for it, I mean other then the obvious, that it's been a long time since we knew each other, and we didn't know each other very well or very long and of course it wasn't the first time she kissed a guy!
It wasn't my tie. I haven't worn a tie since highschool and up until then maybe only twice. The picture was taken in someone elses apartment.
Cecil, can you tell me what "ishein" means. It sounds like Jewish. My moms and dads used to talk that when they didn't want me and my sister to know what they were saying, but I'm not Jewish, I'm something else.
I was once low life deviant, then I dropped the deviant part, and I was just low life, I was that for a very very long time, and I still have a lot of it in me, I'm not sure what I am now, I know it's not Jewish though, I might be wigger, a lot of people say that, I'm just not too sure myself yet.
One thing I'm certain of though, I never skin popped heroine, never in my whole life, not like Candy did.
A lot of things are a whole lot worse then that though and I didn't care about it then and I don't care about it now.
By the way wic, you should respond a little more quickly becuase if I am wrong about Candy, there is going to be a great deal of hostility between us.
peace and love,
even if I am beginning to hate you and your whole family, bro'
Oh, I forgot,
Heil Hitler
pr
Just so as there is no missunderstanding, I am not a narc, nor do I have any connection to the weather people what so ever, but there were some FBI (full blooded I-talians) guys working right along side some of the weather people when the building went up and I don't have to tell you they die just like anyone else when bombs explode right in their faces.
And I know this won't earn me any brownie points and mind u it is just my opinion, but I don't think the motherfuckers were ever body guards for the weather people, nor do I think the Hell's Angels were started by vets returning from WWII, nor do I think the Angels were ever hit men for the Mafia. I think all that is fascist revisionism probably orchestrated by police agents or in any case the police state. I don't care about revisionism when it's for the good, but I'm not so sure the things I just said that everyone who was connected to the counter culture already knows are good. I'm open to rational disscussion though.
By the way, I do think the MFers were connected to Andy Warhol and his bunch and I think that is way kool and I know they tried to liberate the Philmore from Bill and his thugs and I think that is even kooler yet, but I think koolest of all is when they dumped their garbage into the Lincoln Center fountain ('scuse me if I have some of the details wrong)because the garbage men went on strike.
"all for one and one for all," that's a quote from some hippie I once knew named Crakerjack (Jax for short) He didn't say this, but I think he was one of the three Muskateers, the other two were OJ and Zap. I was just there!
One more thing, that young'un who thinks I am her stalker got really miffed when I took someone eles's name for my own (I still don't know how he spells it or for that matter how his name is spelled) but if the truth be told I really thought I might be him, or that the Family may have thought I was him, without me knowing it. I'm still sorry for it but I won't apologize for using someone else's name now and the unusual way to spell Lloyd is with one "L" like this: Loyd.
RED...not sure what post you are refering to but if you are Red Headed Dannny I would be surprised that you do not remember Candy (Strawberry Blond RED hair Candy) She STILL lives in P-Town and I got a message from LTD that she was still there and her situation is not the best. She and I only talk maybe once a year probally only because of the reason that life gets in the way to often and when one of us tries to contact the other we miss each others call. She was not computer literate when I last visited her.
The most notable folks who I would assume remember her most woulds be Nabor, CBlack Beard, CMotherfucker and of the folks who left Boulder those who ended up on Upper and Lower Cole Street as that is where she cleaned up for a while and had her son Cody who was Buddys Child. After that she was in Oregon Southern for a while then Eugene thene Portland for the last LONG TIME.
FYI for any who knew Buddy he died last month up in Eugene.
I also only check out the site irregularly and that is why the lack of posting. No malice or bad intent or vibes ment to anyone due to my lack keeping on top of the site.
So only hope the best for all who want that for themselves and if you want something other that.... then depending on what you want I wish you luck in achieving it.
I have found similar to Candyman that a low profile tends to work out for me these days.
take care all and yes spill a taste of whatever you may have for the bros and sistrs who have go on before
AND as for the Peace and Love...If I can get to that point I will gladly accept it.
cheers/late/
ww/Cwah/and other handles when needed
ps yeah I was probally on the fringe of the establishment as I got into the entertainment industry and that life made me a good living! Did not change my brain but changed my pocketbook!!
Boulder Canyon on fire right now TODAY!
ww,
The remark about the tie was on another site. I wasn't sure if you would remember or not, so I just put it out there hoping you would. I posted a pic. of myself on that site and there was a tie hanging from something somewhere in the picture in the background. You made a comment about the tie assuming it was mine, but it wasn't, the picture wasn't even taken where I lived.
About Candy, a lot of people have different ideas about exactly what any variation of red hair is, but I can tell you this, the person who called herself KC was 17 and 1/2 when I knew her and she is the only person I ever met with the exact same color red as I had. It would not be called strawberry blond though, but more like dark red, some might call it bright red or even fire engine red. We knew each other in NY and she lived in an apartment directly above me. Itchy crashed their for a while and a whole lot of other people too. My friend Paul, I think met me while he was crashing there too. We both liked KC at the same time. But there was a dude named Kenny who lived with KC (didn't crash there). Kenny was just a little bit older then the rest of us. Kenny had a girlfriend named Leslie, and I think Leslie and KC were also friends but it might have been only that they were both friends with Kenny.
One day KC and I wound up laying on a mattress together, first head to foot, then head to head. Kenny cut an aspirin in half and tried to pawn it off on us as LSD. It was so obvious what Kenny was doing that we either both laughed or neither of us laughed at all. Anyway a long time went by, it seemed like for ever to me, just as it might have if we were really tripping but we were not, bc it was only aspirin that Kenny gave us. I remember thinking the whole time that I wanted KC to kiss me so bad that it was almost unbarable for me. At the same time I could not tell her or communicate to her in anyway how bad I wanted her to kiss me.
Strange as it may seem to you or anyone else reading this I loved KC over just that one kiss. On the other hand it may not have meant all that much to her. So just in case your sister Candy is KC, I wanted her to know after all these years how much that kiss meant to me and that I loved her.
Peace and love,
Skylark
Just asking...I see where there are remarks about "Narcs" and stuff. But...really, who cares? Like...even IF...there was a Narc lurky around this page WTF is gonna be found??? A worn-out, street-beat, old-fart, retired freak. just saying'...
Hehe, Patti you so funny!!!
Narcs?! Old narcs - from the 60's and 70's - balding flattop haircuts and bad Hawaiian shirts, sucking on toothpicks and tryin' to be "cool." "Hey, brother... can ya help me cop an el-bee? Everybody knows STP family is hip, brother... c'mon, how bout summa that chocolate mesc, brother?"
I guess a paranoid state of mind is kind of timeless, huh?
Sorry about buddy, Cwah. How are u doing these days? thanks for hanging in there. I never new you personally but from the encounters I've had with you on the net under different user names and on different sites, all things considered it has been more of a positive experience then not.
I'm not sure if I'm allowed to say this but I originally connected with the Family (on the net) on the site run by Garrison Keilor. Scootertrampphoto was there, Morgan, JD (with whom I still keep in touch) and some others. The person who started the thread is someone whose name I can not mention.
sky
ChrisWah,
Apropos of nothing, I was at the Bronx zoo about 10 or 15 years ago. I’m not sure if I had ever been there before but if I was, it was so much longer ago then 10 or 15 years that I don’t even remember it. Anyway they had just recently developed a new habitat for the monkey’s. It was all very kool, trees and rocks and all, everything you’d expect to see in a real jungle habitat for monkey’s, except for one thing, the monkey’s were enclosed by glass; so everyone could see them real easy. I’d like to know what you think? Were those monkeys behaving the way they did when I saw them the same way they would in the wild.
sky
Hey, all - Goodwoman here. STP John was ole man. I was in MN when he was shot and it nearly broke my heart.
I'd like to say that the family a lot of you knew is not the family I knew. A few folks overlapped - like Butler. But mostly the early family scattered pretty much. Some of those I loved dearly have been gone for long long times - Little Brother, Roach (Josh), Wheatgerm (Adam), Deputy Dawg. Some I'd love to hear about if I can't give them a hug - Annie Fannie, Betty Boop, Janice (Roach's woman), Zachary, Ronald McDonald . . . .
I keep in touch with some of the "newer" family but lots I met at Patty's that first reunion, I've lost contact with. Anyone know how Laurel is?
Oops, I meant: STP John was MY ole man. All the fightin', the liein', the thievin' really broke his heart. He was the most gentle and loving man I have ever known or loved.
Hi Goodwoman,
I still have the entire print out of the thread where I first started to reassociate myself with the STP. You may or may not remember being there. I can't believe I said what I said about KC and Cwah is just going to leave me hanging.
I didn't know too many people in the Family but there are three people who may or may not be who I think they are and I would greatly appreciate it if anyone could fill me in.
The first is Paul, he is pictured in the original photo site. It is one of the few pictures without the STP logo. Then there is
Barbara. I can't say who she is with from memory but I think two other guys. She is very pretty though even after all the years gone by when I knew her. when I met her she was living with a girl who called herself Cathy MFer and a black guy. She worked in a candle shop and later on both her and Paul lived in the loft.
I've already asked about Mona. Mona was only 17 when her and her then boyfriend Steve crashed in my aparment together with me. Steve was one of those real tough hippies and used to wear a knife in a sheath inside the apartment and when he went out onto the street. Steve and Mona were always together, where ever they went and what ever they did.
I remember Steve as a pretty big guy and he just went by the name Steve when I knew him, so when I saw Mona pictured in Bezerkly with Rufus, on the photo site, I thought maybe she was still with Steve and Steve took a street name since the time I knew him but Rufus looks like a small guy in the picture and nothing like the way I remember Steve.
Tell Jax that it was me he was talking to when I said I used to sit on the stoop outside the the Filmore and listen to the bands. It seems that him and Itchy have no problem with me when they don't know who I am but as soon as they do its a whole different story.
The only other one I remember remembering is Zap. I thought we all used to hang out together on St Marks Place, Zap, OJ, Crackerjack and me, but I guess it's just what "I" thought. Anyways I knew all of them, and I was there on the street with them for a whole lot of the time and I have no hard feelings to any of them (well maybe jut a few) even though they did trash me bc they couldn't remember me. Compared to what Crackerjack did to his best friend/running partner OJ, I'd have to say the trashing I took from him and Itchy just recently on the net paled in significance.
peace,
sky
Cwah,
You don't have to answer this, just keep it in the back of your head somewhere, please! If your family was Unitarians, that would make it much more likely that Candy is Casey.
Peace bro'
keep your health for as long as you can
I heard that the concept of the mother ship came from the black panthers. I don’t think the ones that are making the news today are the real thing. The real ones have reprioritized self defense in favor of the notion of the mother ship. In other words, they have adapted to the changing environment. That’s what I would expect of genuine Panthers.
I’m waiting for the mother ship too and even if I don’t see it in my life time, I’ll be hoping hard enough for it, that the next generation might see it a little sooner.
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Despite anything anyone says, perpetual warfare is not the way to paradise, in fact there is no such thing as paradise on earth. Life “is” a struggle, it is not always pretty or wonderful or good, but it is never worth not living for. LOL
Paradise on earth equals a refusal to face reality entirely!
Anonymous: Howzit..First off the TIE picture.. I most definatly recall looking at the picture and I replyed about it but I cannot be sure if it was to D in Orygun or to Z in NYC? But as I recallI think when I saw the picture of the tie I had actually asked you to do me a favor maybe?? AND you did as I recall and I thank you for it. BUT if I have that confused I MUST Blame it on the meds that I MUST tke these days. BUT I do remember commenting on the tie. Sorry for the spotty short term memory..Some of the non exact memories of the more recient stuff is important at the moment to me but then Dealing with Health, the wife and STILL dealing with my three sons who are all in their 30s, and my only Grandchild now takes most of my immediate attention.
I have decided to not dewell on the small stuff of recollections of 30-40 years ago, or even of just a few year ago. Especially if I cannot help or cannot change a situation. ... Sorry that is my bad.
RE; sky/munch if this is Munch who is in ORYGUN and who I did have a bit of contact back in the day when a lot of the Candy/Buddy stuff was happening. I hope you are well. I know you were close to him. I heard from Lisa lately and I heard Bob/Boa is around. The Bronx ZOO thing is well it sounds like being in a County Jail where you look out of the limited windows and see where you should be able to live, only to look around and realize that you will not get there. A slow death and not something I would want. Been there before never again.
Since I started looking at the net and have found places where folks from my past are I jump in and comment on the stuff I read the day I see it. They my be old post.
Some hopefully stuff to CLEAR up for anyone who is asking. Candy is my sister who I brought out to Boulder to get her out of the Maryland Child Corrections system my Father put her into. Then she went on to SF then to Orygun. Her hair is VERY LIGHT RED I THINK it is considered strawberry Blond but it is not as dark as a Strawberry is is a BLOND RED. She is the Mother of Cody who she lost custody to Buddy Banner. Whoever keeps in touch J.D. If it is the same JD he and I are in touch again after all these years and he plays Bass we were very close at one time.
I do not live on the Computer so I do not Check back as regular as I should. But I have places and posts at different sites over the last few years and they discuss many of the things as I RECALL.
Greg was my Partner too and he was killed on my place in Hawaii Buddy had Died this year. We were known as the wahs AFTER like 1975ish. There Was Myself, Greg, Buddy, Tubby, And a very limited few others. JD and also Boggie Joe were part of the WAH flow but mostly because of the HIT and RUN Band that they formed loosly but was a thing for years. Of those original wahs JD is also part of it but he was hanging not as much. ALL of our STP hangings and connections stem from each of our own individual times living with different or sometimes some of the same folks. But that was from the first meetings after woodstock in 69 the winter then up through 71 the year Greg got his gut ripped open up pv way due to an attack by a guy with a tree limb that ripped him open. CJ(Cracker Jax Remembers these things best as he was around for these events too. Butler later lived in my bus.
ANYway to all I hope all are ok there is only good wishes for those who are still above dirt...may you live longer and prosper...AND always spill a taste of WHATEVER it is you may be drinking for the ones who have been put in the dirt before us.
Of the original "WAHS" I am the last one with JD as one of the extended wahs still doing well.
Hope this may clear up or at least let anyone who even cares know that all is good with me and to all....
Peace and Love.
I assume, like myself, we have all experiances a bit of both of these in our lives inbetween the nonpeaceful/unloveing times over the years.
ww
WW,
I have been gone for a bit and am now back for who knows how long. Doesn’t really matter whether your sister Candy is Casey or not, I’m just trying to put a different slant to the story of STP then the one that is known conventionally and believe me I know there is very little that is conventional about STP.
Whether there really was another family that coexisted with STP or not is disputabable, but even so I’d like to tell more of my version.
While Itchy was recovering from his speed high upstairs from us where Kenny and Casey resided on eleventh street, Paul and I were rapidly becoming friends downstairs. After Casey left from upstairs, when Kenny was still there, when I was all of about 20 years old, (the oldest) I quit college and hitch hiked to Florida. Before I left, I gave the keys to my apartment to Paul and told him not to let anyone else in while I was gone. When I got back, Loyd was there with his girlfriend Barbara and her girlfriend Annie (who later became STP Annie or Annie STP).
Also with Loyd was Timmy. Paul was sleeping on my mattress with his girlfriend Nora. I grabbed one of Nora’s ankles and one of Paul’s and dragged them off my mattress and laid down on it to go to sleep myself. Big mistake! I don’t think I slept right for close to a month for that act of brashness. The family had me sleeping in the bathtub and just about any other imaginable place one could conceive of sleeping in or not.
One day the girls were making Tuna Fish Salad Sandwiches and Loyd had some powdered STP which he sprinkled into the tuna. I don’t know who knew or when anyone knew but at some point we were all aware that we were tripping on it.
I first became aware of it when Barbara told me (another Barbara, not Loyd’s girlfriend). There was some nylon rope laying around the apartment for god only knows what reason and Barbara thought it would make a good zilch. I tied it into knots, hung it from the lite fixture, put a pot of water underneath it, turned out the lites, and lit it up. We were all sitting there watching the zilch spit its knots of flame into the pot of water when I exclaimed, “I feel like a caveman watching a fire ritual” Barbara said to me, “now your tripping” I said, “what do you mean” See, I had tried LSD before, but little did I know that with STP sometimes it takes a couple of hours after you ingest it before you start tripping.
So, no big deal, just a little more lite shed on what I am calling the "FISH", my family.
WW,
I have been gone for a bit and am now back for who knows how long. Doesn’t really matter whether your sister Candy is Casey or not, I’m just trying to put a different slant to the story of STP then the one that is known conventionally and believe me I know there is very little that is conventional about STP.
Whether there really was another family that coexisted with STP or not is disputabable, but even so I’d like to tell more of my version.
While Itchy was recovering from his speed high upstairs from us where Kenny and Casey resided on eleventh street, Paul and I were rapidly becoming friends downstairs. After Casey left from upstairs, when Kenny was still there, when I was all of about 20 years old, (the oldest) I quit college and hitch hiked to Florida. Before I left, I gave the keys to my apartment to Paul and told him not to let anyone else in while I was gone. When I got back, Loyd was there with his girlfriend Barbara and her girlfriend Annie (who later became STP Annie or Annie STP).
Also with Loyd was Timmy. Paul was sleeping on my mattress with his girlfriend Nora. I grabbed one of Nora’s ankles and one of Paul’s and dragged them off my mattress and laid down on it to go to sleep myself. Big mistake! I don’t think I slept right for close to a month for that act of brashness. The family had me sleeping in the bathtub and just about any other imaginable place one could conceive of sleeping in or not.
One day the girls were making Tuna Fish Salad Sandwiches and Loyd had some powdered STP which he sprinkled into the tuna. I don’t know who knew or when anyone knew but at some point we were all aware that we were tripping on it.
I first became aware of it when Barbara told me (another Barbara, not Loyd’s girlfriend). There was some nylon rope laying around the apartment for god only knows what reason and Barbara thought it would make a good zilch. I tied it into knots, hung it from the lite fixture, put a pot of water underneath it, turned out the lites, and lit it up. We were all sitting there watching the zilch spit its knots of flame into the pot of water when I exclaimed, “I feel like a caveman watching a fire ritual” Barbara said to me, “now your tripping” I said, “what do you mean” See, I had tried LSD before, but little did I know that with STP sometimes it takes a couple of hours after you ingest it before you start tripping.
So, no big deal, just a little more lite shed on what I am calling the "FISH", my family.
continued,
Sky
Later on it was rumored that the slumlord who rented the apartments in that section of the East Village had hired Spanish Gypsy to set Anne’s apartment (upstairs and across from me) on fire and even after that I moved to first street where I got involved with some people who I will dub Nazi hippies or hippy Nazis and they drove me out onto the street on New Years Eve with blood trickling from my head. True, I did cross them and they were trying to help me, I just didn’t understand their methods. A man lost his life over that. He was only 25 and it still horrifies me to think about it.
Finally I hitch hiked out of NYC on my 22nd B-day, only to get locked up for vagrancy 3 days later in a burb of Philly. I was planning to go to the hills of Berkeley where I had heard from Barbara, Loyd’s girlfriend that Loyd was hanging out. Loyd’s girlfriend Barbara kept in touch with me almost until the day I left the city, always keeping my spirits up every time she came down St Marks Place no matter how destitute I was. She was like a mother, a sister, and a daughter to me all at once and I loved her in every way imaginable, except romantically.
Anyway I wanted to hook up with Loyd to apologize to him for kicking the whole family out. Guess I didn’t make it, huh!!! And now it just doesn’t matter all that much anymore.
By the way, Gandalf came to our door one time looking for Steve. I think Gandalf might have been a friend of Steve’s family or something. We were very guarded about saying anything to Gandalf about anything. Steve played the mouth harp with Elephant’s Memory at the fire house. Kool!
Gandalf was rumored to make his own LSD and pass it out for free in the E. Village. It was said at that time that if one had two years of college chemistry, one could make the stuff oneself. Wood rose and yeast mold and I guess you mix it together somehow in some proportions. Was almost going to try to do it myself once, after my hippy years. Doesn’t occur in nature. Completely synthetic. Affects the way the sugar in your blood runs thru your brain or something. I don’t know man!
feeling groovy,
peace and love,
me,
Sky
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Patti, Skylark=noname=anonymous=safety pin.
@>Skylark=noname=anonymous=safety pin. where does "safety pin" come from?
Patti, shoot me an email, you should still have it.
LJ
no need patti to shoot little john an email. safetypin from the site where nailcakes pegged me as a fascist with the approval of the web master.
by the way, I'm of Jewish ancestry, and my maternal grandmother had a twin sister who died in the holacaust.
In any case, even if I was a fascist or god forbid a Nazi would that make it right for you to exterminate me. If something is wrong, it's wrong, it doesn't matter whether you do it to someone else or someone else does it to you.
I called myself safetypin bc when the family was back in New York everyone (guys) I knew fastened their dungarees with an oversized safetypin. Crackerjack did it, OJ did it and so did Zap.
And as far as the Fish Family goes, what is your problem LJ. Even if it is all in my own head and it never existed anywhere else, what does it have to do with you and why do you and and a mess of other hippies keep getting so bent out of shape over it.
One final thing, I didn't stay with the STP Family very long and I never followed them out of New York City, but then again this whole rukus started with nailcakes and she probably was on the east coast but nothing she ever said to me gives any indication that she was ever in NY, and I think their were a lot of family who were never part of what happened in NY. And that "is" where it started.
I still believe in peace and love, but maybe its a little difficult to practice my faith in a world like this, something like vbelieving in God but not going to church or the synagogue or the mosk anymore.
What disturbs me is that I'm not so sure a lot of STPers believe in peace and love at all anymore.Peace and love are inclusionary, not exclusionary and all you seem to want to do is exclude anyone you don't know or can't remember from your little group.
please lighten up a little, as tough as it is for you try to understand that thre may be other people for whom it is even tougher.
peace,
skylark
Skylark, your point on inclusion/exclusion is well taken. When I created this thread I only hoped someone would remember some of the things I experienced... I never thought there would be much (if any) participation. Now it looks kind of like a gathering ground and I think that's pretty positive.
Coming off of this god-awful midterm election, with severely polarized positions and incredibly bad-mannered and mean-spirited hate advertising, I'm inclined to think about people coming together instead of tearing each other apart. But the roots of what we're discussing here was a rather large group of disenfranchised young people whose government and society had already judged to be outsiders and troublemakers. That's what pulled so many of us together in at least a philosophical unity of sorts.
And here we sit four decades later, trying to put things into some perspective, when even as I write, the good ol' USA is irreconcilably split and both sides are spewing lies and misinformation about the other (well, at least one side is guilty of non-stop hate speech). No common ground, no courtesy, no manners, no capacity to try to understand what's eating at the other side. Just big fucking hairy deals over mere concepts and ideologies and stupid shouting matches. I find it ironic that our civilization is in decline yet our population is still acting like spoiled children.
Yep, it would be a great thing if somehow we could come together. But I believe the US culture has evolved an exclusionary "game-ism" attitude where no one can be happy and secure unless the "other side" suffers a humiliating loss. So much for Christianity and a country with strong faith values.
I still believe in peace and love. It's exhausting enough to suspend my opinions and ego so as to attempt to understand and accept the major polarized factions of our country. I'm not wasting that negative energy on folks who were kind enough to stop by my little corner of the Internet. The way I see it, we're all very fortunate we are still here to share our memories and thoughts.
Cecile, just a fyi that many of us still do believe in peace and love, and I hear you on the hate-fear speech coming from certain political arenas. If we as a society don't find a common ground, which means having to LISTEN to each other, then we are headed towards a civil war of sorts.
Another fyi for you is that attempts were made to be inclusive of SP, but as you can see evidenced here he poses under many different aliases and has become kind of our recurrent stalker, so to speak. SP was banned on another site because of his behavior toward others, and his apparent resentments toward some of us STPers, most specifically Crackerjacks and Itchie Richie, and now me apparently.
SP, if you feel you have been unfairly treated then perhaps a change in attitude and actions would help us understand that you're not just someone with a big grudge who is off their meds. Whatever issues you have with CJ and IR happened over 30 some-odd years ago--let it go and move on with your life. You are only hurting yourself by hanging onto all that pain.
LJ
...where no one can be happy and secure unless the "other side" suffers a humiliating loss...
"Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it"
SP
thanx, Patti,
for at least connecting me to all my names on this thread. I wonder if LJ even knows where I got the reputation he attributes to me or how.
I know it is convenient not to remember the past whenever it is too difficult to deal with the present, but truthfully I don't remember whether I said this just recently: LJ, you don't remember the PM's we shared on the site where I was SP,the Austin radio station you turned me onto, the discussion we had about my parents and longevity, about you doing social work for orphhans that were reaching legal age and needed to find places of their own.
lovione has a stalker complex! I did not know her before we started emailing each other on the net. I have never even been to Texas.
By the way, LJ, I used to know someone who either did this or knew someone who did this, injected LSD right into their eyeball.
Ask Ritchy what you do with a piece of liver when you are horney and you are by yourself!
Scooterttramp,
will you please bugg off already. u are a royal pain in the ass. I'm sorry u had to come to the peace movement via the military, but it "was" your choice. As for me, I resisted the draft, and had to fight on the street anyway, just to survive, but I didn't get stabbed or shot like Itchy. Maybe because I didn't want as much. When there isn't enough to go around, live with less and share.
peace,
mfer
my name is peter, Cliff
before you accuse me of hiding my identiy again, I might mention that I've said more about myself then most of you so called brothers and sisters. To this day, I still don't even know most of your real first names. I've told you mine before but just in case you have problems with your memmories, peter, peter, peter.
have a nice day brothers and sisters
sometimes, in genetic families, a member is abandoned and forgotten, but there is no way to break that genetic bond, they are always bound together whether they are seperated by time or distance. Maybe that's what happened to me with the STP family. Maybe I was born into it at infancy and it abandoned me and I went on my own way and it was so different then the family that abndoned me that now they don't want me back, still bonded to you never the less. tough luck!!!
skylark
I know Cliff the scooter tramp. I am a blood relative of his. Cliff is not real computer savvy and his father never worked for the Atomic energy Commission and he was never a marine. He is however a compulsive liar. Also, the term “dead beat dad” doesn’t begin to cover his history with various offspring he has across the country.
About the only thing that is clear about Cliff is that he is a dealer of motorcycles and motorcycle parts and from that, one would assume he is more likely a part of the biker crowd, then a hippy. However, he does have an STP tattoo. Maybe he thinks he is part of a counter culture “family” because he has burned all his bridges with his blood kin.
Mostly he is a sad and lonely old man who spins big yarns to try to make himself sound kool. I don’t talk to him, anymore because he never told me anything but lies. I know he sometimes dabbles with computers so I checked around cyberspace and I found saftetypin or skylark or noname or whatever he is calling himself here and I just wanted to give him some support with regard to whatever his beef is with Scootertramp.
Peace,
Peanuts
Oh Good Grief!!!
I hate to say anything because I know it's just going to set him off but I have to set the record straight. When I was in New York,I ran into Zap and we drank Gin together. Every day,for months. At some point we met OJ in a boiler room and he started drinking with us every day,when he wasn't going home to get money from his folks.Once in awhile we would share a jug with some street folks in a doorway but noone else ever hung out with us. Also I never met anyone in the family called Peter.Or Safety Pin. And I never wore a safety pin to hold up my dungarees. I never owned dungarees. I hate to ruin your fantasy world but if you need to make one up use someone else.---CJ
everything else u said before the part about never owning a pair of dungarees or using a safetypin to hold them up is true. Even the part about the dungarees might be true too, but you definitely wore a safetypin, so did Zap and OJ. It wasn't to hold up your pants though, it was more like for show. You also wore a leather vest in the summer with no shirt on underneath, and you had a leather thong cross stitched up where the fly of your pants was and of course you had an STP patch somewhere on your vest. Both Zap and OJ wore the same thing and so did I, except for the bare skin under the vest (I wore a white T-shirt) and I did not have a patch.
By the way, I was the one (not to say there weren't many others) who used to sit on the doorstoop outside the Filmore to hear the music for free.
skylark
No I did not drink with any of you, in fact I didn't drink at all when I was on the street. slept in a hallway with you and Zap once (zap was so drunk that he burned his arm on the radiator or maybe he did it before that and he was still leary about it))though and once, maybe twice when the proprietors of the liquor stores wanted to ID u allegedly for being under age but in relity bc you were so drunk they didn't want to sell you anymore alchohol, you asked me to get it for you.
Another time OJ was supposed to have some pot in his draw string hippie pouch and the three of us were going to smoke it together, but when he opened the pouch he couldn't find the pot. You apologized to me for the three of us not being able to smoke pot together and I think OJ might have been in some doubt whether or not you stole the pot from him.
Guess what, after all these years I have come to the realization that you probably did steal the pot from him and then apologized to me to cover for yourself. All along I thought it was OJ who didn't want me to smoke with the two of you, but he did, and you were the one who didn't give a shit, so you stole it from him and then apologized to me. That's why OJ was pissed (he knew u better then anybody) and you apologized to me to cover yourself. MFer (LOL)
sky lark
maybe u can remember the time when u were down on your back on the sidewalk on second ave and some big fat biker type dude, probably with Harley boots was stomping the hell out of u and you yelled to me to get black slim. I didn't know slim was black and I was pissed that you said so, so instead of going to look for him to get some help, we began to get into a big arguement over whether slim was black or not, the whole while this asswhole was continuing to stomp the hell out of you!
wasn't that funny when it was happening, not even for me.
peace,
I'm "petered" out, hippy
nn
I have never liked pot. It makes me paranoid.I wouldn't share a joint with anybody because I wouldn't touch the stuff.It's like you know part of the story. Just enough to be believable but you make stuff up. I didn't know black slim then. I never saw him once that time in the city.Please,stop and leave me out of your fantasies.---CJ
Crackerjack,
Do realize the absurdity of what you are saying. Pot makes you paranoid but LSD does not. I am not trying to attack you, but when I percieve that someone is attacking me, I make an attempt to defend myself.
I may have been born to lose, that doesn't mean I am not going to try to win even though I know I am not going to.
Black Slim who worked on the docks?
noname, a non entity, along with DayDream
Really??? WHo cares? ...just saying.
Absurdity or not,it's a fact, and anyone who knows me will tell you it's true.---CJ
CJ...the "who cares" wasn't meant your way but you probably know that...annnyway. The other day I thought about that movie...where a plant named "Audri" (I think...should memory serve me right) The Little Shop of Horrors...(I think there too *lol*) but am sure all know what I mean. My point is...commenting here about memories,thoughts...just lil'bits of reminesing (may have spelled that wrong...but who cares...right?? *lol*)ya get the idea...is like feeding the plant. Should anyone get what I am saying...let me know...ok??? *lol* For all those I love...love you!!!....actually, I am not done. I happened to like our patches, leathers, vest, jibber-jabber, pouches...all our cool shit. I had those lil brass bells that haung off my pouch and just loved the sound they made when I boggied down Telegraph Ave. And, my vest??? Ahhh man, I did love my vest!!! And, my pants with all the patches and how they hung just right on my (then) skinny hips. For me, I do believe "We" were a "Fashion Statement"...I'll come back should I think of summin else.
Hey Patti,
if you think I didn't like that stuff too, I didn't explain it right, especially the leather patched pants. Never had a pair myself but I loved them.
OK, Crakerjack, I learned something new about you, so let me revise what I said. For you it was true, but in terms of how the "old" establishment thought, do you think anyone who was part of that would accept it? I always loved pot and smoked it up until 1999. LSD, only did maximum 10 trips. I used to see so much so fast that I had to rest up for at least a month before I could get back to where I was before I took it. When you are talking about alchohol, I don't think I every drank more then a six pack.Every time I went over my limit, and I laid down in my bed and the room started spinning around and then I had to get up and vomit, I was a little less enthusiastic about drinking again.
Wasn't much of an alchy or a druggie, but I loved LSD and I loved pot. I got older and had to stop. Last trip was in my early twenties. I think it was windowpane and there was some differing opinions over whether that stuff was really LSD or not, some said a designer drug, wasn't sure myself.
I know how much you hate it when I do this and I might learn not to at some point, but not ready to stop yet.
the person I refer to as black kenny and who I thought might be Kenny Redport had gone to college in Ca. for a year before I knew him and I think he was studying music. I know he played base, but he never had one when I knew him and I never heard him play anyone else's. JD might know about this better then anyone.
One last thing, obviously I wasn't with the family very long, and you'all went on to do so many different things that I was completely unaware of until now, and the bonds between all of you got closer and closer the longer you went on but look at it this way, men and women who stay together in a relationship for many many years are admired for the strengh of their love. Realistically speaking though all it is, is love that lasts a long time, is it really stronger or better then any other love, for instance, lets say, a one night stand. I think the love is just the same, it's just that the one love lasts a long time and the other doesn't. Love is love, there is no kind that's better then another. It's always good and there is nothing better.
I know how ridiculous this all sounds, but suppose all the rest of you stuck together for a lot longer then I stuck with you, well then I was just with the family for a little while, only at the beginning, but still family, just didn't stay together with you very long! Chosen brothers and sisters/family are always good or at least in my mind better then conventional family, whether they stay together a long time or not too long.
safetypin
Was in Boulder the summer of '70 through spring, '71. Partied with the STP family several times. Lincoln and a few others spent the night at the place where I lived. What a party. Lincoln even left a nice circle of urine on the coach for us.
I am one of the few who tried Swenson's dill pickle ice cream, once.
Glenn,It's always good to hear from people who were there back then. I saw Lincoln a few years ago and he's doin great.He's makin music.Next time I hear from him I'll mention your urine comment.---Crackerjack
"Also I never met anyone in the family called Peter."
Crackerjack, the above is your quote.
The part about "in the family" I can accept, even though I have been saying all along that I "was" part of the family. We went thru this same thing just about 40 years ago. I kept talking to you about my family and you kept talking about the STP family. STP dominated the hippie family street scene, and like most of the hippies on the street on St Marks Place around 69 thru 71, everyone was drawn into it. I got a little too close, without exactly being part of it and I was beaten up and told to leave St. Marks Place and not to come back. In hindsight, I probably should have come back and told the people who beat me up, OK, now you had your jollies and I'm back. I suspect they just would have accepted it. I didn't do that though, they told me not to come back and I didn't come back.
As far as you not knowing someone "called Peter," I'm sorry that you don't remember me, but I can assure you you did know someone named Peter and that would be me.
How would I know the things I know about you and some other things I know about the family if I didn't know you.
... and I am not a narc, I never have been one, I have never had anything to do with any police agency what so ever. If I was a narc, I might have been a draft resister but would I admit to it. You say you are a hippy, would you admit to being a draft resister now!
noname
What can be said with certainty about the family I keep talking about is that there was a group of people that all lived together in the same apartment at the same time on the lower east side of Manhatten. One day some of the people living together in that apartment made some tuna fish salad and some one else living in that apratment also sprinkled the tunafish salad with STP. I ate a sandwhich that was made with the tuna fish without knowing at the time that it had been sprinkled with STP and 2 or three hours later while I was tripping, the same person who sprinkled the STP in the tuna fish salad said something approximating, lets call ourselves the "FISH FAMILY"
peter
Peter,
I don't know anything about a "fish family"and I don't deny it existed or that you were part of it as you say. However,I still say noone ever hung out with me and Zap in New York except OJ.As far as knowing things, those days are legendary.Alot of people know about that stuff. This stuff is real personal to me and I resent anyone pretending to be a part of it.Otherwise I don't have anything against you. I just don't know you.I may have met you but if I did I have no memory of it. I met alot of people in New York.
You can go on about anything you like just stop using my name as if you know me.---Crackerjack
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