I was in Woodstock NY in '69. I was married to a Woodstock man and my beautiful daughter Amy was just born. The feelings of love and the desire to make peace are not to be described. We were hurting because so many of our beautiful young men had been and were dying. Young people reached out to embrace love. It was in your hearts. When people came together then... well, as I said it is not to be described. You had to be one with it. (excuse the Zen)

When I think of Woodstock, I always wonder if we (the human race) will ever have that again. The memory brings tears to my eyes. I was a real flower child, before there were "flower children".

I try to keep that feeling of love, even now, in everything I do in my life. It isn't always easy, but it usually is.

Love (see), annap