Wolf's Shakespeare play has gone excellently -- 6 performances in 4 days -- he's exhausted but happy. The play was done in Shakespeare English, but set in the 60's. It was so much fun: the set, costumes and the music sure brought back memories. I was born in 1960, which is a LONG TIME AGO to these young people on stage (they ranged from something like 4th grade to college-- ages 9 to 25). The girls looked great in their short mini skirts and polka-dot dresses, and Wolf wore ripped jeans with a tie-dye shirt and lovebeads. Come to think of it: remove the lovebeads, and the rest is pretty much what he normally wears!
My husband, the Prof, had long hair until only a few years ago -- it came down to his waist and he normally kept it in one long braid down the back. He grew up in the Black Hills of South Dakota, and lived for several years in a tipi. Shortly after I met him, we planned a trip to Germany to meet the German family, and I was a little worried what my parents would think of him. The fact that he was working on his PhD in Physics would help (my father is one too, plus, physicists are allowed to be a bit eccentric). But I was worried about the long hair -- what would they think? But to my great relief, my father just laughed and said something along the line of "What matters is that he's a good person, and besides, Mozart had a braid too!"
My Amadeus kept his hair long for a long time -- even when it was time to head out in the "real" world and find a job as a professor, he found that he was accepted just fine at the Geophysical Institute at UAF in Fairbanks. He fit right in with his long braid, salt-pepper beard and tweed jacket.
But when we moved down here to Anchorage and settled in Eagle River, I did start noticing how the more conservative (esp. military) people here looked askance at him. I remember once we went to pick one of our kids up from a play date after Kindergarten, and the mom at first seemed friendly enough, but after she noticed my husband's long hair, her whole affect changed to pure coldness. It makes me mad when perfectly nice people are discriminated against purely based on their looks -- such as skin color, handicap or simply the length of their hair!
I did not move to the US until 1978, and still don't fully understand
why "hippies" can produce such strong negative reactions in some people. It's nearly as if they think that all hippies are drug-addicts. And that certainly is not the case: plenty of long-haired hippies, even if they did smoke some pot (marijuana) at some point, did not end up as strung-out drug addicts. And what was so terrible about the hippie years -- after all, they brought a great deal of positive change too, such as the Civil Rights movement, feminism, environmental awareness.
I wrote my life story recently in a post entitled
"How did a Kraut end up on the Taiga?", and mentioned that I went to high school at an International School in the Philippines in the 1970's. This was during the time when many teenagers were experimenting with drugs in the US and Europe. The Philippines during that time were under Martial Law, so I ended up never getting exposed to any it (o.k. I was also a real nerd). I had never even seen or smelled the stuff, and was clueless in college too ("What's that smell?" would evoke laughter and "Where were you in the 70's?").
The pot in those days, from what I understand, was not nearly as potent as what's available today. But then the "War on Drugs" was waged, and pot became highly criminalized along with all the other more serious drugs. Nowadays, our children start in elementary school with DARE (Drug Abuse Resistance Education) -- which, in theory at least, is a good idea. But I wish it was more factual and less indoctrination -- I worry about kids finding out someday that much of DARE was scare tactics: smoking, drinking & drugs are all thrown in together as one terrible thing -- they
all lead you down the slippery slope to perdition...yada, yada, yada... The danger is that when they first experiment with a relatively mild drug (and experimenting is in human nature) and find out the consequences are not the dire ones predicted, that they then will disregard the warnings about stronger drugs, and "throw the (proverbial) baby out with the bathwater", to disasterous results.
I understand that messages need to be kept simple for younger children, but still, somewhere along the line they do need to learn that life's choices are complex:
it's not all black and white. Not everybody who takes an occasional glass of wine will end up alcoholic, and not everyone that ever has smoked a joint is a loser. Many years after college I had a conversation with my parents about marijuana, which they (like DARE) lumped it right in with heroine & crack, and they were surprised when I told them that I knew many professors and graduate students who occasionally smoked "recreational" pot or used psychodelic mushrooms, without negatively affecting their work and intellectual abilities -- it was not all that different for them than going out for a round of beers on a Saturday night. I don't deny that some people can have some real dependency problems -- my point is that
not all drugs are created equal and therefore are not all equally damaging, because people are not all equally susceptible to substance abuse (due to genetics, etc...)
We all have known parents who are control-freaks, and have rather antagonistic relationships with their children -- and oftentimes these kids turn out to be some of the most rebellious. My philosophy is that it's best to build a good foundation for when they're heading out into the big wild world (after all, we're not always going to be there watching their every step)... Therefore, my husband and I try to concentrate on being a close and loving family, where we teach our children to think for themselves, to think critically, and learn from mistakes. This, of course, is easier said than done (wish us luck: one kid's in college, and we got 2more to go...)
BTW, I don't think that's necessarily the parents' fault when kids get in trouble-- these things are way too complicated for blame to be assigned like that! Challenges are part of life, and life is not fair...
So what exactly should you tell your kids about your hippie days?
That's a question some friends of ours recently asked.As I mentioned above, I myself have an easy out -- I did not do drugs in my youth. But most parents my age have at some point in their youth experimented with the stuff (and many of them lie about it now) -- do you tell your kids the truth? When? How much?
I certainly don't proclaim to have a clear answer for that -- and I believe it depends a lot on the circumstances. But in general, I believe in being as
truthful as one can be without causing damage. And I strongly believe parents need to have established a
relationship of trust and honesty LONG before this conversation ever comes up.
So, dear reader, I would love to hear what you think?
No sooner have I cooked a meal and the fam has devoured it, I find myself scratching my head: what shall I cook for the next meal?
Last year, my eldest daughter (in college), who knows and thinks a great deal about food and is also an excellent cook, suggested I read Michael Pollen's In Defense of Food and Barbara Kingsolver's Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Excellent books, very thought-provoking.
