By the time we got to Woodstock…..
we were ready to tour the grounds of the 1969 concert venue and snoop around the museum. That’s opening act Richie Havens in the photograph at the museum entry, by the way, and three groovy girls ready to tune in–but not tune out or drop out–of the trip down memory lane that’s waiting for us inside. The museum was more of a time tunnel for me. Photos, videos, posters and displays from the Sixties were richly displayed and thoughtfully arranged so visitors could ease into the decade of counter culture, revolution, social change and individual expression. The hair was there. The bell bottoms. The beads, The peace signs. And of course, great documentary footage of the Woodstock performers and music performed during the famous three-day concert at Max Yasgur’s farm in Bethel, New York. Our visit coincided with the 44th anniversary of the actual concert date. Pretty groovy, huh? Havens died last spring, and three days after our stop there, his ashes were spread across the concert site. His performance of “Freedom” opened the “3 Days of Peace and Music” and is considered one of the highlights of the festival.
Here’s a closer look at some of the displays inside as well as the official monument about a quarter-mile down the road:
This place was far out, man. Groovy (I love to talk “hippie” once an awhile). Anyone who came of age during the Sixties needs to make a pilgrimage here. We were in Bethel Woods for an evening concert, but the trip to the museum alone would have been worth it. Most museums expose you to objects and art from centuries passed. This one transported us to our youth, which is a trip I’m always willing to make.