Woodstock 50th Anniversary

Do you know anyone who went to Woodstock? Well, if you're reading this you are one step closer to knowing someone. No, it's not me (I'm a little too young). However, my mom went. Not only did she go to Woodstock, but she went when she 15, she hitchhiked on the back of a Harley, and got to see some of the greatest musicians to ever live. Hendrix, Joplin, Santana, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and Crosby, Stills & Nash just to name a few. Imagine seeing musical Gods right in front of your face. I've been to concerts where I'm watching my favorite musicians and I could cry because I'm so overwhelmed with emotions. I can only imagine that's how seeing the musicians at Woodstock felt like. 

This past week marked the 50th anniversary of one of the greatest moments in time. It was 3 days in history that can never be recreated. People have tried and failed, and I'm sure more people with try. Some things you just can't recreate, nor should you. Some things are sacred. Woodstock is one of those. 

Yes, there were drugs. Yes, she did partake in doing them. 

Yes, there was sex. She likes to say that "she left as a girl, and came back as a woman".

Yes, there was Rock 'N' Roll.

It was everything you could imagine in your mind and then some. 

She slept in tents, she slept in the rain, and she slept in the mud. She says that everyone was so supportive of one another. If you needed food, clothing, or shelter someone was there to help. Many times people were giving you the last of their items. Whether it was a shirt, a blanket, or water and that's all someone had left, people were willing to part with those items just to help their neighbor. The peace, love, and happiness was real.

I have to give her credit where credit is due. I don't think I could've done it. I don't like bugs, the heat, camping, and mud. I'm a bit of baby when it comes to those things.

When our tattoo artist, Chase, first found out that she went, his jaw hit the ground in disbelief and amazement. He couldn't believe that he was sitting in front of a living, breathing human being that went to Woodstock. It was like seeing a unicorn. She gets that reaction quite a bit when she tells people she went. Chase calls her "Woodstock Mom" now. To be honest, I don't even think he knows her real name. If he does, he probably wouldn't put 2 and 2 together if we just said Faith. But if we said "Hi, it's Woodstock Mom", he would know immediately who she is. But who cares? When you're sitting in front of someone who went to Woodstock, does it really matter what their name is?

My mom says besides having her children, Woodstock is one of the greatest moments in her life. 

So now you can tell people you know someone who went to Woodstock.