The Summer of '69

1969 Before it was a big 80's hit single by Brian Adams, the summer of '69 marked the end of a great era. The events of 1969 were absolute proof that we, as Americans, really knew how to close out a decade. Truly astounding things happened, and I witnessed them all with belief, disbelief, wonder and dread. Gathered around the family television set on a scorching day in July, we watched men walk on the moon for the first time. The spectacle of it all was incredible. I recall listening spellbound to the strange audio 1969 moon landingas voices sounding as if they were emitted from a transistor radio reported their every movements. Watching the distored images were almost surreal yet it was really happening before my eyes.


The heavyweight Champ Muhammed Ali, whom we knew previously as Cassius Clay, refused his draft induction. Having planted himself firmly in the nation of Islam, he became "Cassius X" before being assigned an Islamic name. It seemed such an unbelievable thing to happen. The event was tumultuous, yet in step with the times.

The film "Midnight Cowboy" was an X-rated film that won The Academy Award for best picture. The movie also had a hit theme song "Everybody's Talkin'" sung by Harry Nilsson. I was beginning to believe that cinema had finally broken new ground.

The Woodstock Music and Art Fair in August, where an estimated crowd of 75,000 was expected, exploded with three days of love, peace and music. In reality, 300,000 showed up for the event. Woodstock filled me with a jaw-dropping sense of wonder. It seemed too good to be true to have so many great rock bands in one place for an outdoor festival. It was too bad it rained!

By summer's end, peace and love was shattered with the brutal Tate-LaBianca murders. A firm sense of dread gripped me as The Beatles' White Album was under the microscope because of its loose association with the slayings.

The Vietnam war played out on television every night. The news was always on at our house, and during dinner, we could glance toward the living room TV to watch the battle updates live on every network. The Vietnam Conflict had such a stronghold on the 60's, and though I was too young to comprehend the imagery, or the battle, I was fully aware of it when my brother went. The Beatles hit song "Get Back" was spinning on my turntable constantly. It was truly wonderful to have them back in rocking form after such a long period of sub-psychedelic and studio-refined hits. "Get Back" was a welcome return to traditional rock n' roll roots.

Fun and Sun '69

1969 The Stingray Bike was still as popular as ever, and it remained our primary mode of transportation. Music was heard from just about every house on the block. Psychedelia was emerging and newer, wilder things were on the horizon. By this time I was starting to buy albums rather than 45 singles. I still bought the 45's only when I couldn't afford an album and just had to have a favorite song. 1969 jeep cj5Our neighbors across the street had a Jeep that they parked in their front yard. On one occassion our neighbor took us for a joy ride in it and proceeded to climb a giant mound of dirt on an excavation site. The mound was probably 30 or more feet tall, and steep. A bunch of us held on tight to the roll bar in the back as we were at one point, almost vertical. That jeep made it over the mound and it was amazing. I've wanted a CJ5 Jeep from that moment on. I still want one to this day!

I, Landscaper

old push mower

The summer of 1969 seemed to be one of the hottest and most active summers that I can recall. At the time we lived in the upscale neighborhood of Rockwood. I was earning money with my own "landscaping" business, maintaining yards for neighbors. My trusty push mower and I were always on hand to manage lawns, shrubs and newly seeded yards. By mid-summer I had steady clients. Some yards I merely mowed, but the most of them I mowed and raked, weeded flower beds, and did general cleanup.

Then, homeowners on vacation put me in charge of setting the sprinklers and some indoor duties like feeding pets, opening windows for fresh air, then closing and locking up again. One couple had me babysit and take care of their newly seeded yard; they left on vacation with only dirt, and returned with a nice start on a brand new yard. Sadly, over the years Rockwood has witnessed an incredible decline, and has now become a slum area.

black light postersDuring this summer, I was into everything psychedelic; this included black lights, trippy posters, and the constant battle between my parents and I over having long hair. At this time, they refused to let me look like "some hippie freak", so my hair was always cut short. I had to visit the Montavilla Barber College about every six weeks for my mom's favorite guy-cut the "Ivy League". icee One of the newest innovations to our neighborhood was a Plaid Pantry store. It was new, so it was therefore a thrill. One of my favorite Plaid Pantry items was the "Icee". For anyone who is unfamiliar with these, it was a flavored ice-blended drink that the latter competing 7-Eleven Store copied, theirs being called a "Slurpee".

Black lights were very cool, though in 1969 in my neighborhood, black light posters were in short supply.peter max I often made my own posters with either felt pens or florescent paints. black light paints Colored light bulbs were yet another amazing discovery; the posters I drew or painted looked great under a red light bulb. The red bulb was the only one worth using. The yellow and blue bulbs only provided weak muted light, but the red bulb was more psychedelic looking. Peter Max was a newer artist on the scene whose style was unique and imitated like crazy - especially by me! For awhile, everything I did was in Peter Max style.

girl crazy 1969

60's hippie girl

Girls fully registered on my radar by 1969. The hit TV show "The Mod Squad" had me (and probably every teenage male within rabbit-ear distance) in love with Peggy Lipton.peggy lipton By the next year, I'd be out of love with Peggy, and enrapt by a newcomer named Cybil Shepherd. sherry jacksonThere were a few girls in our neighborhood my age, or close to it, that were also very inspiring. Dress codes were still rigidly enforced at school and hip styles ruled. Girls still had to wear dresses and skirts, but they were far more interesting than they had been in the earlier years of my schooling.

Styles were changing for the better (in my opinion), and girls began adopting the "hippie" look that would triumph in the 70's. Still, try as they may, girls still couldn't compete fully with the music, and as a result, the two sort of merged together in my level of estimation. Essentially, girls and music shared the same level of enthusiasm. Needless to say, girls on TV held my interest more than they ever had before, and I was falling in and out of love on a weekly basis with many of the female stars of television.

The New Music

60's album covers

Music was the catalyst that drove me toward any teenage ambition I may have had, and at the helm were The Beatles. They always had the lead in my musical repertoire. The second place runners-up to The Beatles were Steppenwolf. My very first hearing of "Born to Be Wild" in 1968 marked the day I was spellbound by the electric guitar. Steppenwolf marked the era of musical change for me, though bands as good as they were seemed in short supply. Other musical influences were the relatively new-to-me Led Zeppelin whose release of "Led Zeppelin II" was so miraculous that I wore it out quickly. My theory was: if you didn't have a skip on your LP, you just weren't playing it enough.

Another heavy hitter on the scene was a band called Grand Funk Railroad" who eventually went on to 1st place knocking The Beatles off that heralded top tier position. I won a $10 gift certificate to a hip clothes store called The Answer by being the first caller to the radio station and identifying the song "Heartbreaker" by Grand Funk. 1969 was like a musical portal where wilder and more eclectic trends in performance were launching new musical styles skyward. The music was getting heavier and louder, and I was loving every moment of it.

The previous year saw the release of the world-changing monster release of "In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida" by a group called Irong Butterfly I wore out this vinyl masterpiece as quickly as I did the first album by Steppenwolf.

Run, Baby Run  

run baby run nicky cruzWow, finally a really cool book! One of our Christian neighbors introduced me to "Run, Baby, Run". The author, Nicky Cruz, was a former gang member who'd risen to the ranks of leader of a ruthless NYC street gang called "The Mau-Maus". Cruz eventually became a born again Christian and famous evangelist. His crusades in the sixties and seventies were legendary. The book was far more fascinating than I expected until the second half when Nicky's religious conversion stole from the excitement and thrills of gang fights and danger.

I read another similar book, (sans-religion), called "Durango Street". Soon, I connected with books. "Durango Street" led to others, and, by the time I'd entered high school, I was a much better reader, with a more extensive vocabulary than many of my classmates. By 1970, I was pouring through the best sellers including the likes of "Love Story", "Summer of '42" and "Midnight Cowboy". Though my grammar was atrocious, I had a way with words, thought organization and could describe things, places and events with more flavor than most kids my age. All I ever wanted to do with this skill was write songs. I never did.

First Guitar  

vintage victoria electric guitar The dream of the electric guitar began with The Beatles. My dad decided he wanted to play an electric guitar (country music only of course) on a regular basis. In the latter sixties, country music was using more electric guitar than acoustic, and he wanted to stay in step with his beloved genre. At our local Fred Meyer store, he purchased, for the grandiose sum of $29.95, a Victoria electric guitar which mimicked the shape and head stock of the indelibly popular Fender Stratocaster. This guitar was beautiful with its sunburst finish and lovely contoured shape. I learned the ancient art of manually tuning the strings. This knowledge propelled me to guru status among other kids in the neighborhood.

Sadly, tuning was about all I was good at. I learned a few chords, but didn't have the patience that learning a musical instrument demanded. Also, nobody had prepared me for how much pain my fingers would endure. I had blisters on my blisters that I was promised "would go away" once I practiced more. My brother Kenny was a pretty decent guitar player, and he told me I'd get calluses on my fingers and it would get much easier. I preferred calluses on my butt from sitting and listening to albums instead. That old Victoria guitar stayed in our family for some time, being one of the worst quality instruments ever produced.

The Berries of Wrath  

fieldsOne scorching day in August, two friends and I made a plan to ride our bikes out to a local berry field to pick strawberries. The neighborhood of Rockwood was near Gresham, and the berry fields were much farther out in the rural areas of Troutdale. It was a long bike ride with rolling hills that made it much harder than I expected. Gresham, in 1969, was not built up at all, and was really more of an area than an actual city. We were excited, and knowing I had to get up so early only made it harder to go to sleep. I was still up at around eleven pm when my mom reminded me of how early I had to get up to go berry picking. It was hard to go to sleep; it was still hot out, and like our neighbors, we didn't have air conditioning, so the summers could be ruthless. I packed about four sandwiches-strawberry jam on white bread-and put them in the fridge.

We got up at 3:30 am and rode in the pitch black of darkness for many miles until we witnessed the sunrise around 5:00 am. We huffed and sweated for quite a distance, pedaling like crazy to get there early enough to start. Upon our arrival, we leaned our bikes up near the truck where a guy was tossing strawberry palettes at anyone who raised their hands up for a catch. The sky was still red with bits of blue as the sun rose behind the trees and the jagged bluffs near the Sandy river. Morning birds sang in concert and buzzing insects joined in as we carried our palettes to our respective rows. The work was hot and tiresome, and in the end, I never matched the same money I made managing yards. I immediately returned to the mower.

The White Helter Skelter

life magazineSometimes I'll see history pieces that begin with "Where were you when?" I can tell you exactly where I was. I was in our living room watching news segments of a crime that was so frightening, exacting, and more akin to a horror story, than any other criminal act I had ever heard of. The worst part: the media was naming The Beatles as near accomplices via their song "Helter Skelter" from their legendary White Album. Other titles and pieces of song lyrics from the White Album were also used as Manson family monikers. Susan Atkins chose "Sexy Sadie", the song that appears on side three just before "Helter Skelter" as her personal a.k.a.

In the beginning, the crime was a true mystery. The ambiguous words "Helter Skelter" written in the victims' blood was one of the first puzzling clues for a non-Beatles listening police force to unravel. There were no suspects, so piecing everything together took some time. It wasn't long until The White Album was unearthed. First it was being closely scrutinized by officials, then the media. Again, nested within The White Album's song lyrics and titles, were more blood-written words lifted directly, or related to song lyrics. "Pigs" were connected to the song "Piggies", and "Rise" from the song "Blackbird".

The late 60's peace and love came to a crashing end by August, 1969. The infamous Tate-LaBianca murders bookmarked with an evil tab, the end of a great era. The Manson "Family" typically fit the perfect hippie mold in looks, but that's where the mold broke. They had long hair, wore tie-dye and beads, and could flash the V of peace signs like champs. Still, they singlehandedly destroyed the peace and love notion that accompanied the hippie movement.

Hit Songs of 1969 (Not in chart order)

clock radioFor my birthday of '69, I got an AM clock radio. This was the perfect gift as very little was more intriguing to me than the new music drifting across the airwaves. The mix was rather eclectic, and a little more pronounced than the songs had been in the earlier sixties. With the emergence of new bands from the 1966-67 eras, musical styles were explosive. Psychedelia was planting its roots a little more firmly as more bands were sporting female lead singers, wild clothing and hair styles, and more complex song writing techniques. In essence, 1969 was a great musical wave, and I was thrilled to be riding it. Below is a list of songs that I was listening to not in the top ranking order, but in the order that I remember them.

TOP BILLBOARD HITS OF 1969: (♫ notes that I bought the 45)
"Sugar, Sugar" - The Archies
"Crystal Blue Persusasion" - Tommy James & The Shondells  
"Honky Tonk Women" - The Rolling Stones  
"Sweet Caroline" - Neil Diamond
"Put a Little Love in Your Heart" - Jackie DeShannon
"Bad Moon Rising" - Creedence Clearwater Revival  
"A Boy Named Sue" - Johnny Cash  
"Crimson and Clover" - Tommy James & The Shondells  
"Suspicious Minds" - Elvis Presley
"Proud Mary" - Creedence Clearwater Revival
"Get Together" - The Youngbloods
"Sweet Cream Ladies" - The Box Tops
"Come Together" - The Beatles
"Traces" - Classics IV
"In the Ghetto" - Elvis Presley
"Quentin's Theme" - The Charles Randolph Grean Sounde
"Atlantis" - Donovan  
"Galveston" - Glen Campbell
"Everybody's Talkin'" - Harry Nilsson
"Polk Salad Annie" - Tony Joe White
"Spirit in the Sky" - Norman Greenbaum
"Venus" - The Shocking Blue  
"Green River" - Creedence Clearwater Revival  
THE "HEAVY" HITS OF 1969: (♫ ♫notes that I bought the album)
"In the Time of Our Lives" - Iron Butterfly   ♫♫
"Whole Lotta Love" - Led Zeppelin   ♫♫
"Heartbreaker" - Grand Funk Railroad   ♫♫
"Pinball Wizard" - The Who
"Heartbreaker/Living Loving Maid (She's Just a Woman)" - Led Zeppelin   ♫♫
"Rock Me" - Steppenwolf   ♫♫
"Hot Smoke & Sasafrass" - Bubble Puppy
"Did You See Her Eyes" - The Illusion
"Paranoid" - Grand Funk Railroad   ♫♫