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WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE – CULTURE

I have to admit, I was a little befuddled when I saw the WordPress Challenge for this week.  I am not a world traveler, nor have I studied any cultures to any great extent.  I was made in Italy, but born here, so that would make me a part of the American culture.  I was born in the 50’s and in time became a child of the 60’s – the hippie culture.  I won’t go into details about what I did or who I ‘hung out with’.  I’ll just say, I had the time of my life.  My husband says that time in my life – a time well before we met – has made me who I am today and that it is still a big part of my life now.  This was me back in the day – during The Age of Aquarius, yeah, yeah, yeah.  (I’ve pieced these together so photographically, they are less than adequate, but you’re lucky they’re not Polaroids!)

culture me

Fast forward to Halloween, 2008.  I’ve been through A LOT!  Times have changed, dramatically.  But still a part of the culture that shaped me still remains, in me, in my way of thinking, and in my heart.  Happily, for me, some of the clothing and, dare I say paraphernalia, has made a comeback as well.

That's me, on the left!

That’s me, on the left!

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius.  Some people may be quick to judge, and that’s ok. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. But I will always be happy I lived through that cultural experience, and  I will always fly my tie-dyed banner, wishing each and every one of you peace.

There’s more WordPress culture to be seen.  Just click on the groovy icon below, man.wordpress-logo-2013-a-by-jake

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47 thoughts on “WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE – CULTURE

  1. Excellent post! I too am a child of the fifties…My fave to wear were the mexican embroidered blouses and always a pair of clogs or Dr. Scholls… I have no pictures.. ):

  2. I have an American friend who lives in the next suburb who says she was a hippy when she was young in Michigan. And she still wears Indian clothes and incense and always uses a handkerchief, never tissues (Kleenex). I’m interested in you being conceived in Italy! Have you ever been back?

    • Only when I was two. And that was by boat! 😉 My family is from the northern part of Italy. Near Trieste. I still have family there (and Australia). Never been back or to Australia. Fear of flying is a big part of that. :-(. Thanks for stopping by, Trish.

  3. Oh my, the Age of Aquarius! Guess what song I’m going to be singing while I’m out walking this morning? And you always had a lovely smiley face. It’s a pleasure to visit with you, Gem. 🙂

  4. Look at YOU Gemma ! Groovy Fab With It .. in both eras 🙂
    Sounds like you lived it to the full . Good on you .

  5. I had tickets to Woodstock. My friend and I drove as close as we could get. It was MOBBED and people were abandoning their cars everywhere and walking …… We wimped out (I don’t remember why. Perhaps we had her dad’s car?). So we turned around and missed it. 😦

  6. Love the pictures of your past. There’s a twinkle and joy in your smile that reflects that simplicity and blessings of that time. When I look too at my old pics, I can’t help but say, “That was one great life.” It did made me who I am today.

  7. What a lovely teenager you were, Gemma. Love the decorated jeans. I wish my parents had allowed me to express myself in such a fun way. Peace to you too. 🙂

    • Thank you, Sylvia. I don’t think my mom cared for the rebel in me. I left home very early and things might have been very different, had I stayed. It all worked out though – for you and me. 😉

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