Luckily, I knew the editor of my university yearbook, 1971. He came to a party at my house one night. Or did he bring the party with him? Whatever. Here are his photos from that night. Compare the photo on my fridge from the one I took a mere one month ago at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London at their “Say You Want a Revolution” exhibit for which I paid big bucks, um, pounds for. You can see why I was disappointed. The 60s and early 70s were not a series of posters, music, or events. There was real life going on too. I hope I have enough money for tuition next semester. Or rent. Am I pregnant and if I am, what am I going to do (Roe vs Wade being a couple years away )? Is my boyfriend breaking up with me? I have to breakup with that jerk. How am I going to find a job in this recession? That party! It was so great and the joints just kept coming. Should I try LSD? How am I getting to Boston for the big anti-war protest? I wonder if I’ll have time to go to the Harvard Coop and buy the new Dylan album? Will I have a job this summer? How will I pay the rent if I don’t? Will I EVER get to Europe?
All that joy and angst was missing at the exhibition but then again, how can it be recreated except in your memories?
THE STAIRS TO MY FLAT
THE FRIGE AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, 1969
THE VICTORIA AND ALBERT, 2017