Forty years later a culture blossoming may become re-interpreted popularly in ways that are very different from the currents involved at the time of that phenomenon. I was on the outskirts of the hippie revolution in San Francisco in the late 1960s, for example. The other night our group had a hippie-theme square dance, though most participants never went through that movement. They were either too young or lived in a far more conservative middle American sub-cultures. I felt a bit smug, I confess. Many of the icons, the tie-died-t-shirts, the peace-signs, were of materials that didn\u2019t exist then. There were faux hair-dos and Afros that emerged more when the era was declining\u2014subtle anachronisms everywhere. But it was fun. <\/p>\n
The idealism was good\u2014I confess also to still harboring many of the sentiments, while having gone through several levels of mild disillusionment. But I was never very caught up in the illusions of the era, not in many of them. Others have grown, matured, become part of my emerging philosophy. <\/p>\n
All this reminded me again that there have been a number of cultural streams around me that I\u2019ve enjoyed, but I realized that the enjoyment is confined to those who lived through them, not the younger generation that didn\u2019t know the thick cultural matrix from which these experiences arose.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m aware that on occasion this or that fashion in thought or dress or other style may enjoy a renewal, but it won\u2019t be the same. Anyway, some of the things I ally my self with, things I savor and enjoy, may be time-limited. For example, I think of the relative cheapness of college and medical school in the 50s and 60s. I feel that I\u2019ve lived through marvelous times and somehow \u201cgot away with\u201d their being affordable and fun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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