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It's June 9 2008 and I'm at the rent-a-computer place at the airport in Washington DC with 3 hours on my hands so I thought I'd edit my page.
Suddenly people are walking by me from many countries, lots of languages.
I remember at the land thinking in 1977 thinking, these are people I will know all my life. Since then, I have often seen that as a jaded fantasy.
So imagine my surprise this weekend of the reunion to discover the closeness that is still there between us all -- it feels almost on a cellular level... is it because of how young we were, that those memories have been inscribed in our tissues. People may look a little older now, I know we have all changed, why does it still feel the same, the same souls. Am I just so doubly jet lagged from being flung across the country twice in a few days, sandwiched around the emotional and physical overwhelm of the reunion.
Well my half hour is almost up, I've started writing some more history maybe i'll finish when i get home--
The inflight magazine ralked about the social change potential of wiki spaces and gave me some dreams of how we could use this for collective action..
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Whoa, those names take me back 37 years. I was 17 and hitchhiked across the country to visit my brother & sister-in-law Stewart and Sally (Rain) who had gone out to California after high school to work with the Draft resistance. They lived at Struggle, and all those people you name lived there (except Chris who was in prison along with David Harris.)
I went out there twice that year. I was living at a small commune in Wisconsin where we all took turns in the cornfield with shotguns guarding 'bricks' . Before that I spent 6 months in hiding in Toronto. The west coast seemed benign and healthful. In the big house, my brother and Rain presided over an impressive spread, a corner bedroom and the room next to it which seemed to be Rain's dressing room; Stewart had the study on the other side. Marion/ Iris lived between there and the kitchen. Rain and Tramp seemed like they were always off riding horses, long wild black hair flying. We stayed in Gail's bedroom, she was away, and gazing down upon us from the wall was that poster of the three Baez sisters on a sofa "girls say yes to boys who say no."
Joan I mostly remember coming and going in her Peugeot. I heard she wiled away time down the hill shopping for beautiful clothes and then gave them away to Gail, who was her secretary. This was 1970 you know, the 60s were fading hard.
Funny the little things that stick in your memory. Cristie was pregnant yes, someone was cutting up a huge red snapper on the porch, and I saw her cross over from her and Robert's house, way pregnant and naked-... and then did an immediate about-face when she saw the fish. Jeffrey Shurtleff on a monthlong fast which he contemplated ending with popcorn. Stewart angelically surprised me and my boyfriend with Christmas stockings. Weekly potlucks down the hill at the Resistance office in Menlo Park. Craig and Lee Beckum up at the Land with a juicer.
Eucalyptus trees, bay laurel, water towers, brown mountains, all new to me. I remember I spent my first few days that summer lying in a hammock to soothe my New England stomach after bombardment by avocados artichokes and muchas otras frutas . I was crazy about cooking and vegetarian food was a new challenge. I even whipped up a batch of gluten ravioli, quite a culinary triumph even if not the most delectable dish imaginable.
Tonight these are all the memories I can muster up from that formative young year of my life. I later moved to the Land, in 1976, to help it slowly and gracefully die (the Land, that is, not the LAND). But that's another story and will be told another time.
Love, Mecca Burns
[history]In about 1979 I moved down the hill and then I quit my band, got married and moved to St Louis and finally Charlottesville. Something in me had caved in around singing, I felt too proud and ashamed of the pride. And even more than music, I wanted to have some babies and raise a family.
Now my daughters have fledged and this weekend I went back to the land after 37
historyIn about 1979 I moved down the hill and then I quit my band, got married and moved to St Louis and finally Charlottesville. Something in me had caved in around singing, I felt too proud and ashamed of the pride. And even more than music, I wanted to have some babies and raise a family.
Now my daughters have fledged and this weekend I went back to the land after 37
Mecca Burns
Mecki Burns
It's June 9 2008 and I'm at the rent-a-computer place at the airport in Washington DC with 3 hours on my hands so I thought I'd edit my page.
Suddenly people are walking by me from many countries, lots of languages.
I remember at the land thinking in 1977 thinking, these are people I will know all my life. Since then, I have often seen that as a jaded fantasy.
So imagine my surprise this weekend of the reunion to discover the closeness that is still there between us all -- it feels almost on a cellular level... is it because of how young we were, that those memories have been inscribed in our tissues. People may look a little older now, I know we have all changed, why does it still feel the same, the same souls. Am I just so doubly jet lagged from being flung across the country twice in a few days, sandwiched around the emotional and physical overwhelm of the reunion.
Well my half hour is almost up, I've started writing some more history maybe i'll finish when i get home--
The inflight magazine ralked about the social change potential of wiki spaces and gave me some dreams of how we could use this for collective action..
[
Whoa, those names take me back 37 years. I was 17 and hitchhiked across the country to visit my brother & sister-in-law Stewart and Sally (Rain) who had gone out to California after high school to work with the Draft resistance. They lived at Struggle, and all those people you name lived there (except Chris who was in prison along with David Harris.)
I went out there twice that year. I was living at a small commune in Wisconsin where we all took turns in the cornfield with shotguns guarding 'bricks' . Before that I spent 6 months in hiding in Toronto. The west coast seemed benign and healthful. In the big house, my brother and Rain presided over an impressive spread, a corner bedroom and the room next to it which seemed to be Rain's dressing room; Stewart had the study on the other side. Marion/ Iris lived between there and the kitchen. Rain and Tramp seemed like they were always off riding horses, long wild black hair flying. We stayed in Gail's bedroom, she was away, and gazing down upon us from the wall was that poster of the three Baez sisters on a sofa "girls say yes to boys who say no."Joan I mostly remember coming and going in her Peugeot. I heard she wiled away time down the hill shopping for beautiful clothes and then gave them away to Gail, who was her secretary. This was 1970 you know, the 60s were fading hard.
Funny the little things that stick in your memory. Cristie was pregnant yes, someone was cutting up a huge red snapper on the porch, and I saw her cross over from her and Robert's house, way pregnant and naked-... and then did an immediate about-face when she saw the fish. Jeffrey Shurtleff on a monthlong fast which he contemplated ending with popcorn. Stewart angelically surprised me and my boyfriend with Christmas stockings. Weekly potlucks down the hill at the Resistance office in Menlo Park. Craig and Lee Beckum up at the Land with a juicer.
Eucalyptus trees, bay laurel, water towers, brown mountains, all new to me. I remember I spent my first few days that summer lying in a hammock to soothe my New England stomach after bombardment by avocados artichokes and muchas otras frutas . I was crazy about cooking and vegetarian food was a new challenge. I even whipped up a batch of gluten ravioli, quite a culinary triumph even if not the most delectable dish imaginable.
Tonight these are all the memories I can muster up from that formative young year of my life. I later moved to the Land, in 1976, to help it slowly and gracefully die (the Land, that is, not the LAND). But that's another story and will be told another time.
Love, Mecca Burns
[history]In about 1979 I moved down the hill and then I quit my band, got married and moved to St Louis and finally Charlottesville. Something in me had caved in around singing, I felt too proud and ashamed of the pride. And even more than music, I wanted to have some babies and raise a family.
Now my daughters have fledged and this weekend I went back to the land after 37
historyIn about 1979 I moved down the hill and then I quit my band, got married and moved to St Louis and finally Charlottesville. Something in me had caved in around singing, I felt too proud and ashamed of the pride. And even more than music, I wanted to have some babies and raise a family.
Now my daughters have fledged and this weekend I went back to the land after 37