Your 1970 Stories

I am the young girl sitting beneath the crosses ,in between two other people with my sunglasses on.

My soon-to-be-husband and I would repeatedly re-built our "tent" after the bulldozers cleared all away. We SO believed in a non violent demonstration to try to end the endless, senseless killings.We were so young back then...soo long ago and yet still very personal.

Eventually, the National Guard was called in. My boyfriend and I were in the front line, face to face with men we...

In the spring of 1970 for the first time the students had complete control of the student art exhibit which was to be held in the Phips Tennis House. The Art majors felt that the whole exhibit should make political statements about the war in Vietnam and important environmental issues. Obviously, the art itself as an expression of the times would communicate something about the issues confronting us all but the exhibit itself was designed to make some very powerful anti war and pro...

The late sixties and early seventies were turbulent times.  While we can look back and see that it was a remarkable era, at the time we just knew that societal values were changing and it was wha college life was like for us.  I grew up in a sheltered environment, so seeing Dr. Timothy Leary advocating LSD as my first speaker at DU as a freshman in fall of 1967 was eyeopening but what I figured was what college must be all about.

Fast forward to the spring of 1970 - I was the...

Tom Ramsberger

I was finishing my junior year at D.U. and very aware of what was happening in Vietnam and felt aligned with those in the Anti-War Movement, although I was not an activist.  I was seeking a degree in Political Science as well as a minor in secondary school education.  My hope was to secure a position teaching high school history after graduation and therefore was sure to keep my record clean, going to extreme lengths to hide my stash of marijuana! If I recall correctly after the shootings at...

I was a junior in Business school from Asker Norway with a athletic ski and soccer scholarship.

I was not political active, but was aware of what was going on in Vietnam and also the killing of the students at Kent state.

At the time, I lived in Asbury Avn. close to the campus.

At 4.30 in the mornig I woke up by the National Guard marching by our window. I got out of bed and told my wife that I wanted to take a closer look.

May be imagination, but I am sure I saw...

Mary Whitt

What memories surfaced as I read the article about WSW in the DU magazine.  For background-I had spent K-12 at a convent school, then went on for two years at a Jesuit University.  Somewhat sheltered?  I decided to transfer to DU for a variety of reasons, and arrived in December of 1969.  Now picture this-I went from uniforms and a dress code in college-no pants on females except on weekends and then only in the library.  The kids on the DU campus wore jeans to class!  The smell of weed was...

Ted Nation

At the time of the "Woodstock West" encampment I had been a member of the Colorado National Guard for about 4 years having joined after dropping out of Princeton my senior year with the intention of  returning to complete my degree after my initial period of active duty. The war was escallated, my training was delayed and it took an additional 11 months to complete. (At the time I remember suffering considerable guilt as I watched some of my friends from training classes shipped off to fight...