Loose Leaf Notes

I really wanted to wear bell-bottoms to the Summer of Love Party at Dogtown last night, but I don’t have or couldn’t find any.  I do have two memorable items of clothing from 1969 that I could have worn but chose the above 1980’s thrift shop top because I knew it would be easier to dance in. I call the hat “my Jimi Hendrix hat” (it had a long scarf down the back and my pants were red).  I actually had a black floppy hat that I wore in 1969. I remember wearing it while riding on the subway once and hearing a small boy ask his mother, “Mommy, is that a hippie?”  In Boston in 1969, we didn’t say “groovy” but did say “far out” and outta sight.”  We didn’t consider ourselves hippies (Hippies are From California), but called ourselves “freaks,” “heads” and flower children.  We preferred Nero jackets and Indian prints over tie dye. I never owned a tie dye till I came to Floyd!

It was a perfect date that ended with Joe treating me to a Virginia is for Lovers Cherry Sundae from The Floyd Country Store!  Happy 50^th birthday “Virginia is for Lovers,” one of the most successful marketing slogans in the country and still going strong in Floyd!  Thanks to Pat  Sharkey, organizer of the 50  Years of Love in Floyd campaign.  Look for some coverage in this week’s Floyd Press.  You can see me in my actual 1969 floppy  hat HERE, and THIS is the story about how Virginia is for Lovers brought me to Floyd.