Woodstock

The Garden Wasn’t All Peace And Love

08/18/2009

Assistant Managing Editor
It was billed as “three days of peace and music,” and there was plenty of both. But the sprawling musical adventure at Woodstock also had a dark side. Some Sullivan County residents who never much liked the infusion of Jews and other city slickers were even less enamored of the throngs of hippies that flooded the region 40 years ago. And they didn’t keep it to themselves, recalls Michael Hill Goldstein, whose family had a hotel next to Max Yasgur’s Bethel farm, site of the concert.

Back To The Garden, Just Off Route 17

08/20/2008
Associate Editor
The road that the “child of God” was walking on was Route 17, the “Mother Road” of the Jewish mountains. To get to Woodstock you took 17 to 17B, west out of Monticello, with a right turn, just past the lake, on Hurd Road into Yasgur’s alfalfa fields. It was Aug. 15-18, 1969. I was in Camp Hi-Li that summer, an Orthodox camp about a 20-minute walk away, around the banks of White Lake. One could hear Janis Joplin through the clouds in the night.
Syndicate content