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Then: Woodstock

Now: Chicken Stock

1969 – What I wouldn't have given to go to Woodstock.  Joe Cocker.  Hendrix.  Joplin.  Richie Havens.  Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.  All my favorites were playing.  But I was too young and it was too far away from where I lived.    

So, I, like a million other young adults watched the spectacle on TV.  Next time, I told myself - I'd go next time.   Well, the next Woodstock was in 1994 and by that time I was already well beyond going to a jam-packed concert.  

In fact, the closest I've ever come to attending an event with "stock" in its name involves one with chicken, vegetable or beef.  And takes place in my kitchen.  Now, I'm not a good cook and never pretended to be one, although I can throw together a pot of chicken soup.  All my creativity has gone into putting words together to form a story, not into mixing ingredients to make a meal.  

But in recent years (now that I live with an excellent chef) I've come to understand and appreciate the creativity in cooking.  And I realize that that every meal tells a story.      

Back in those pre-Woodstock days the meals were mostly prepared by our moms, confirming the story that men brought in the bacon and the women cooked it.  Those home cooked family dinners (in which all five food groups were represented) told of an era where families could live on one income.  Where moms were home in the afternoon to help with homework and watch kids play out in the street until dusk.  Where fathers came home from work, put up their feet, read the paper and relaxed.  Where families talked to each other over lamb chops and green beans and afterwards watched TV.

By Woodstock "...the times they were a-changin'...". As more women went to work, the crock-pot became a kitchen fixture.  Meals told the story of the two income family, where mom now had less time to spend in the kitchen.  But still, families talked to each other over these one-pot meals and afterwards watched TV.      

To today's kids that may seem old-fashioned and dull.  What?  No Internet  No MySpace.  No cell phones.  No texting.  OMG!  Mom, how did you ever exist?  How did you know what everyone else was doing while you were at home just watching TV?    

Well, we did just fine.  I've made it past the half century mark and not only do I have most of my brain cells, I have most of my same friends.  

In fact, this afternoon as I chop carrots, parsnips and onions, I have my CD player on full blast.  Joe Cocker is singing live from Woodstock –"Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends....I get high with a little help from my friends...gonna try with a little help from my friends..."

And this soup I'm preparing—it tells the story of a woman who is going to call up those friends and invite them over for dinner.  Be here by six.


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      Tinaf wrote Oct 14, 2008
    • Just the other day I found Country Joe and the Fish on YouTube and played “The Fish Song” for my 20 year-old, who was astonished that Mom didn’t blanch at “that word” and had at one time considered herself a peer of those hippie people!  Even though, I, too, was too young to attend the ‘69 event and too old and set in my ways for ‘94.  

      And I love the idea that a meal tells a story!

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      Sandyde wrote Oct 14, 2008
    • Yep!  Too young in 69 and too old in 94.  That’s me!  Loved this blog, made me start reminiscing—again.  Now I’m going to go find me some old Doris Day and Rock Hudson, or, Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin movie and remember the good ole days happy

      Thanks for another great trip down memory lane, Janie!


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      Pamaloon wrote Oct 15, 2008
    • Okay - I’m going to break out the Ten Years After cd, and maybe the Hendrix, and then chop some vegetables!

      Thanks for the smile, Janie!

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      Justjer wrote Oct 15, 2008
    • Where are those dashikis and headbands when you need them.
      As always,loved the blog and the memory jog. Its good to know that I too have at least some brain cells left, not that you could tell from my comments. Anyway, I too love me a great pot of chicken soup and still have extremely fond memories of the Woodstock days. I guess to many, Woodstock is the bird in the Peanuts cartoon, but we know better.
      Thanks again for sharing, Janie...and when did you say dinner is?

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      Janie Emaus wrote Oct 15, 2008
    • Tina -  I loved Country Joe & The Fish

      Sandy - I listened to Doris Day singing last night, as a matter of fact.

      Pamaloon - Nice to see you here

      Justjer - Dinner is at six.   Can you make it?

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      Sylvia wrote Oct 16, 2008
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