Although I was of that generation, I did not go to Woodstock. I was a new mom at the time. My then husband worked for the establishment and was happily working his way up the rungs of the corporate ladder while finishing his college business degree. We had our first little house and a station wagon. We understood what Woodstock stood for, but the type of person who attended Woodstock was certainly not part of our social circle. No, we were so outside that whole scene. John on the other hand, owned tie-dyed shirts, had an afro and was totally into that whole lifestyle, but he wasn't able to go to Woodstock either. He had been drafted into the Army and was slated to go to Viet Nam. This never came to be, but he had orders to go that were rescinded the night before his departure.
The photo above makes the event look pretty organized and it did begin that way. The organization just didn't work for the quarter million unexpected attendees. They ran out of food. There were not enough sanitary facilities and there was a huge rain storm with dramatic lightning. I remember reading all about it and seeing reports on TV while it was going on. I remember being very glad I wasn't there.
The other night when J and I went to see Julie & Julia, the theatre was giving away posters for a new movie called Taking Woodstock. I love the 60s graphics and art work.