More Woodstock memories
I was a classmate of David Ainsman from kindergarten through seventh grade at Sunnyside and Morningside schools (“‘Everywhere was a song and a celebration’: Woodstock memories, 50 years later,” July 12). Like David, whom I missed at Woodstock, I experienced a mind-bending three days of peace and love in August 1969.
I was a student at Clark University at the time, and a bunch of us drove in a Checker station wagon from Worcester, Massachusetts, to the Woodstock venue loaded with Coleman coolers, sleeping bags, tarps for rain protection, LSD, etc. I agree with David: The importance of Woodstock was more about the congregation of 500,000 people rather than the music, although we heard world-class rock and blues and folk there.
My takeaway from Woodstock consisted of the belief that mankind’s evolution had been boosted toward the point of universal understanding in a way previously unsuspected by our generation.
P.S. I didn’t know that David was playing acoustic guitar in 1969; nice to know.
Stan Heinricher
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