Tuesday, June 21, 2011
I loved the clothes of that era. I loved the peasant blouses and the bell bottoms. I loved the long, flowing dresses we called "grannies", which could be worn for fancy occasions or for walking on the beach. I also loved the long, gauzy cotton skirts which could also take us from day to evening and looked good on everyone. I liked the casual feel of the hippie era and the fact that we could pretty much wear what we wanted to and still fit in.
I also enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment that my generation gained as we watched the civil rights movement cause real changes, then gained the right to vote at the age of 18, were amazed to see women make strides in the fight for equality, and saw the end of the Viet Nam war. We were energized and empowered and it was a great feeling.
The '70s were also a wonderful time in my life - I was married in 1974 and had my first baby - with the new and cutting edge Lamaze method no less - in 1975. I felt like an earth-mother, using cloth diapers and making my own baby food. I felt in control of my life and my world. (Of course that was an illusion, I realize now, but it was a good feeling!)
So as I look though photos of myself and the people I knew back in the '70s I feel a sense of sadness that I'm no longer young and I no longer feel as though I have any control in my life. I actually prefer being older and wiser, but the glories of youth are not to be denied: love, enthusiasm, optimism and so many other things. It was magic time.