was telling the truth, that side of the country would have sunk into the ocean.

although I did read and see several references to it in Boys' Life. However, to me, "Woodstock" was just Snoopy's bird friend, until I learned of the music festival of the same name when I was in high school.

I didn't hear much music. I spent my time walking the long, long miles from the highway where we parked to the place where the music was happening. The first time I gave up and returned to the car, but eventually, I went back -- just to be able to say I had made it.

but we heard about it...and records (those plastic disk things) of the Woodstock music were pretty popular.

first of all, really very few people realized what a big deal this would become...in fact no one I knew did, and I went to a real artsy prep school in New Hope where we had famous artists and musicians living in every other property. All of the bigshots were taken aback and amused after the fact, but you have to understand that you could, in those days, go to the Lambertville Music Circus, see the Tops, The Temps,. and Little Stevie Wonder for $4 all on the same bill and concerts were ubiquitous. Except for the Beatles and Stones, you could drive two hours and see almost anyone without a problem. I saw John Sebastian in the grocery store before his concert - he had already left the group - and played guitar and autoharp with just a bassist at his concert three hours later. It was a different world.

In Vietnam. The Army thought it over and decided they'd prefer I remain in-country.

I think he was about 14. He never told anyone he was going, hitchhiked his way there and then couldn't find a way home.

coming back from a six month cruise in the med. I knew other sailors that went.

headed for Woodstock. About an hour away from the concert my younger brother got sick all over the car. He was so miserable that we found a motel and spent the night there and went home.

Later on in life my Mom packed my brother and I back into the car and took us to the March on Washington. We were "arrested" and rounded up in the stadium where they gave us free peanut butter sandwiches. After sitting in the sun for a few hours my brother got sick again and they sent us home.

two friends who went and heard plenty of stories . Those stories haven't changed over the years, so I guess I believe them LOL.

Less mud, safer drugs, more fun (excluding Altamont).

Might have seen you there.

Was it anything like press reports?

so didn't really know what was going on up front, but it was obvious that things weren't right all day. I specifically remember Grace Slick admonishing everyone to chill out, and that was early in the afternoon, long before the Stones. The bikers were pretty much zooming the crowd all day, just creating a ruckus.

We didn't hear about the death until we heard it on the radio on the way home.

It was such a shame because there was a great lineup and it should have been a really fun day.

Still got to hear great music and see some nekkid hippies.

I was one of those stuck on the west coast and of high school age. Frankly, I didn't hear much about it either. Back then, we had these paper thingies that you got a lot of your news from. That and the TV box. Of course, back then, news was a loss leader on TV, so they did pretty much the minimum amount of coverage required by the FAA, about an hour a day or so.

Not a lot of room for coverage of music fairs and such.

but decided to fly to the west coast and hang out with my HS sweetheart and go see the broadway production of "Hair"...the touring ensemble.

Didn't get to have sex with Tina that weekend, either. Never did.

All in all, I would rather have seen Hendrix while being too stoned to move, in the mud.

Totally different.

seeing what it was like, with the mobs and mud, I would've freaked out without the drugs LOL.

P.S. FWIW I did however see the Beatles twice at Shea.

but I do know a couple of people who were there. They said they were in the film, and sure enough...

My official title was "laborer." I worked in a warehouse that stored freshly printed maps, and I had to cart huge stacks of them to their proper storage places. I'm sure it was very unhealthy, as the stink of the things always made me nauseous.

I wanted to take off for Woodstock, but there was no way I could be sure I'd be back in Virginia in time to be back at work on Monday morning, and I didn't want to be fired for that, so I blew off all thoughts of going. From most reports I heard at the time, I was better off seeing the movie afterwards.

We arrived three days early, had no idea what was about to happen, did the nude swimming thing because it was hot and humid and there were no showers or anything.

We only stayed the first day of the concert because my friends got sick after sleeping out in the rain. It rained much of first night of the concert. We has no idea how bad the road situation was until we left.

Here is the picture from Life Magazine.

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JFK's war on poverty. VISTA=Volunteer in Service to America.

The bunch of us who were living and working in an extremely poor section of Philadelphia, heard about Woodstock, but we kind of resented it. We were do-gooders and were probably feeling a bit self-righteous. We thought that the people attending were a bit narcissistic, self-involved. We also were very aware that other young people our age, were getting killed every day. We'd see photos of young dead soldiers being put up in row home windows.

We just felt sort of funny about the whole Woodstock thing. These were our peers, we liked the same music, and we looked like hippies too. We just didn't think it was such a good idea. Like I said, maybe we were feeling self-righteous.

Although the namesake town is 40 or so minutes away form the festival site, it still has that 60s flavor. Michael Lang (producer of the festival) was our neighbor (he still lives in Woodstock but we do not). Husband was at festival the whole time and says it was just as portrayed in the films and lore. Lang originally tried to hold the event in the town of Woodstock, but the town wouldn't allow it. So he found the farm owner out in the sticks that would agree to let him use the land. But Lang kept the Woodstock name to capitalize on the town's previous long history of being an art and music colony.

But we were only 13 or 14 at the time and we figured our parents would have killed us.