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In 1967 I would have been 5 years old. We may find the fashions a little odd today but then so would have these people if we had shown them pictures of the future.

I don't know, there's something charming about this more innocent time don't you think?


  1. In ‘67 I was 11, growing up just south of SF, and knew that I was missing something big and important. I wanted to be one of the hippie girls, with long flowing hair and dresses, flowers in my hair. But it was also during the Vietnam War. I was so scared to be drafted and sent into the jungles.

    1. The war was such a shadow back then, even for children like me. Coincidentally this appeared in today’s NYT:

    2. I was 16 then. The war may have been in the back of my mind, but I guess I was preoccupied with something else. More on tits than Tet, anyway. :-)

    3. I have to agree with you. I loved watching Julie on the Mod Squad, That Girl, Yeoman Rand on Star Trek, The Girl from U.N.C.L.E., Patty Duke...
      Had I been you with two years before becoming draft eligible, well, I'd be worried. Remember all those Huntley-Brinkley news reports with David Brinkley on the front lines, showing soldiers diving headfirst into tunnels trying to root out the Viet Cong?

    4. I was so busy trying to distract myself from my gender confusion by playing sports and being in a band that I really was not looking two years ahead. Besides, I knew that I'd be going to college, and a student deferment would keep me safe. Also, I'm pretty sure I'd bought in to the hype that we'd win the war before I'd have turned 18.

      Maybe I was charmed, as Joanna said, by the innocence. Or my ignorance?

    5. When I was your age (and even younger) one of my pastimes was to scan the ground and bushes for discarded/lost girl's clothing, underwear - anything. Amazing what I found, wore, and appreciated.

      An early manager of mine (probably about 5 years older, like you) took the college deferments until he graduated and was called up. He lucked out when the drill sergeant ordered those who could type to take a typing test. He took the test, passed with flying colors (having just graduated from college), and spent the rest of his two years at the Pentagon shuttling maps and detritus to generals in their meetings. Now that was karma!


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