A woman who worked on a project to preserve the site of the original 1969 Woodstock talks about her effort, memories, making a difference, and the magic of the most famous concert in U.S history and asks why efforts to recapture that great festival of the human spirit have failed. A facinating piece!
More often than not, what was important yesterday is erased by tomorrow— and I am very grateful to have the opportunity to have played an active role in the preservation efforts of this global landmark and proud of the change we were able to affect. My years of involvement in that project were filled with passion, privilege, and enlightenment– a experience I will never forget. I finally did make it to Woodstock, but in a way that no one else will ever have to experience, and what I learned is that it is possible for an ordinary grandmother, in small town America, to make a difference.
So here we are… approaching 2009. I’m truly starting to believe that your memory starts getting little foggy after you reach fifty. Does anyone even remember Woodstock? There’s an old saying that states “If you remember Woodstock, you weren’t there,” although that is something I’ve proven to be quite untrue. The 40th anniversary is right around the corner. Can you imagine? I have a hard time believing that my granddaughter is eight, let alone forty years passing by. Nothing like Woodstock will ever happen again. It’s been tried, time and again, but the outcomes were disastrous. was it difference in people, the times, society, the music…. who knows?