Berkley Days?
There have been a few towns that I still love. of course, there is my hometown of Paso Robles. CA, then after my divorce from my husband and the Jehovah’s Witnesses, I fell in love with Berkeley. Moving there right after my divorces, Berkeley meant a new life, freedom, and college, but not at U.C. Berkeley. Then my moving back to my hometown but living 20 miles away in Creston, was where I met my new husband. I have a great fondness for those days. And now, Tahlequah, OK. I have lived in a lot of places, but these are the ones that I still love, so, these are the ones I write about in my reviews.
The second reading of this book was a disappointment. The women in it were sorority girls, and they were somewhat superficial, or at least two of them were. They loved money and fame. Whatever happened to “tune in and drop out? Well, they were not hippies and were not in Berkeley for long, and it was just before the hippie movement had arrived. The only woman in this book that was into the Berkeley scene was Susie, who had a boyfriend who was an anti-war activist and gave speeches.
What bothered me most about this book was their dysfunctional relationships with men. Well, it was also the sex, which in this case I would call, pornography, or as one reviewer had said, “It was trashy.” And two of the women were off to NY and Boston. My mind began wandering when reading of their sordid life’s and their posh lifestyles. It is just that this was supposed to be a book about Berkeley, or so I thought. Like a bad marriage, I just wanted it to be over with.
The Berkeley in this book was not the Berkeley I knew. They never got into playing it poor or wearing tiedyed shirts and patched jeans. They wore expensive clothes and had their hair done at the best salons. At least, I wore my ex’s blue work shirt that I had embroidered with the women’s power symbol on the front of it, but that didn’t last long as the shirt wore out.
The only anti-war protest that If was in was when my husband was driving me to see a doctor whose office was on Telegraph Avenue, and we ended up in the middle of it. This was in 1969, and I hardly knew what a hippie was, but I knew about the war protests from watching some TV. I had been sheltered by the Jehovah’s Witnesses. When I saw the hippies walking down a different street other than Telegraph Avenue, I was in wonder, and I wanted out of the car to be with them, see what was going on. So, I began taking a bus to Berkeley often. I never saw another anti- war protest.
I didn’t find Susie’s Berkeley life interesting since it was all about her love affair with the anti-war protester. A few places were mentioned, like Larry Blake’s, which I believe is the restaurant where I had roast beef sandwiches with the meat sauce in it in place of other condiments. Towards the end of the book, one of the women lived on Channing Way, the same street where I had lived, and there was a mention of North Berkeley, a nicer part of town, where I lived near the end of my Berkeley days. I left in 1987 and headed back to my hometown.
My own Berkeley began with my streaking to the campus with a group of college guys. I was the only woman in the group. It also began with Patty Hearst’s kidnapping. I still have the fliers that were tacked to telephone poles that said, “We love you, Tanya.” I have no idea what to do with them now.
It was also about taking TM in the 80s but I never used the mantra. Getting into the New Age was also in the 80s, but now I can’t stand listening to it. And It was about dating, of course, and going to the beach with friends, going to college, sitting in cafes like The Med, Café Expresso, which we called Café Depresso, and then the Renaissance Café. La Boheme in the evenings. Then it was walking down Telegraph Avenue just to see what was going on and sitting on the steps of Sproul Plaza to listen to the students argue with the preacher, things I did when I used to take a bus to Berkeley. And then it was the African Congo and other drums that some blacks played near Sproul Plaza and at Lake Anza. Soothing.
I wasn’t much into drugs. I tried pot a few times, cocaine once, and a magic mushroom once. Now, the mushroom was great, but after trying it again and having nothing happen, well, I never bothered with it again. I had even been to a commune after meeting a man that lived in one, but after learning that he was with another woman, I thought better of it. Nothing like showing up at the wrong time for him, the right time for me.
I glamorized communes. I learned from this book that they had them in Berkeley. If I had only known. I knew that they didn’t work out because people fought, some didn’t want to chip in and help with the chores, and then there were the jealousies of free love. Nothing is free. Men and women both burned out from all the multiple sex partners and both men and women became jealous of the other’s partners, even though it was suggested that each could sleep around.
I left Berkeley, moving back to my hometown, then to Creston where I met my new husband. I will always miss Berkeley, just as I miss Creston and the fun we had together in that small Cowtown. After Creston we moved around a lot, and now here we are in our old age, settled in Tahlequah, OK, another town I would miss if we moved away.
What did I want from this book? More about the hippies. I liked the idea of the hippies, back to nature, growing your own food, eating healthy, and caring for others. I believe, instead, that it became plagued with drugs.