If you missed part one and/or part two, you might want to read them first...
I had to call my sister up to confirm my memories. I'd been working on the first post, but was not sure at all if reading about the Tate murders and running into the Schnitzler's had actually occured on the same day, or if I only remembered it like that. A telescoping of events in my mind after forty years. When Sis and I got to talking, I enjoyed hearing her version, her perspective of the trip. She was a month away from her 16th birthday at the time. I'm sending you over to my sister's blog for a blast into into the past of '60's rock; and part three of this little family story.
If you missed the birthday giveaway post, you have until Sunday to enter.
I always find it interesting how people can have different views of the same events. I'm off to read your sister's take! :)
ReplyDeleteHeaded on over...
ReplyDeletehmmmm... did I know your sis had a blog?
ReplyDeleteI love reading these types of stories. Just love it. (Not the murder part, but the remembering parts)
ReplyDeleteI went over to a blank page. I don't think that's right....?
ReplyDeleteI loved her blog!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing... I entered.. Did you enter mine??
ReplyDeleteok, off to visit sister...
ReplyDeleteYour sister has a blog? Cool.
ReplyDeleteI wish MY sister had a blog. Then at least I'd feel Some connection...
Off to check it out.
Great. For more details, follow this yellow brick road...Gooing....
ReplyDeleteGoing now. What a nice sister you are.
ReplyDeleteGoing to visit your sis!
ReplyDeleteWoooHooo! Doin' sisters! LOL!
ReplyDeleteI'm all caught up - what a fascinating story! I'm curious to read how your sister remembers it.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know your sister HAD a blog!
ReplyDeleteOMG, I read Helter Skelter when I was 12 and didn't sleep for weeks. If I had been that close to the situation, I would probably still be wide awake today.
ReplyDeleteHow strange that you saw those neighbors years later. I saw a girl I grew up with in the airport in Hawaii once, no encounters since then, but the world is such a small place, isn't it?
Manson was nothing compare to Ted Bundy in the Pacific Northwest. I've not comment on these posts much because I went to church with one of Ted Bundy's victims. I remember vividly her parents and siblings heartbreak. I remember our church congregations prayers. I remember the fear that pervaded our neighborhoods and our parents. Ted Bundy grew up in Tacoma, Wa. That was close to my town. We hung out in Tacoma. It was scary. Please don't be offended if I don't read much of these post. They still hit way to close to home. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteInteresting how different the focus of the same event can be between two people as close as sisters. I hope she's forgiven your parents for not letting her go to Woodstock!
ReplyDeleteFun visit with your sister. Is that her picture? I remember when everyone had the part down the middle and straight hair.
ReplyDeleteHeading over to Shaunna's right now. Happy happy weekend, Pseudo.
ReplyDeleteYou so rock I have something for you on my blog...
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to reading her version.
ReplyDeleteI'm off to read your sister's version... ;)
ReplyDeleteOur varied perspectives make our lives so rich!!! Will look forward to reading your sister's memories! ~Janine XO
ReplyDeleteI will head on over!
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