28 October 2022

Published October 26, 2022 by rochellewisoff

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PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100


The signs posted by neighboring farmers declared in bold letters, “Don’t buy Max’s milk. He loves the Hippies.”

The son of a Jewish immigrant from Minsk, Max’s anger burned as he read the words. “My father came to this free country to escape such nonsense and hatred. It’s my land and I’ll rent to whomever I please.”

According to a close friend, Max traveled to Israel in 1971 where he met David Ben Gurion.

Max told the retired prime minister, “I’m Max Yasgur from Bethel, New York.”

To which Ben Gurion responded, “Oh yeah, that’s where Woodstock was, wasn’t it?”

Instead of the 75,000 expected, it’s estimated that 450,000 came to the 3 day festival that turned into 4.

And if you have the time…

67 comments on “28 October 2022

  • Dear Rochelle,

    We could feel the ghosts of the past when we visited the site back in 2018. It was pretty impossible to imagine those fields filled with the people. We then spent hours going over videos of the event but somehow I missed the one of the “original couple”.

    As you do so well, you bring these people to life.

    Shalom and lotsa peaceful love,


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  • Thanks, Max, glad you let them use your land. It got more than a little out of control, but… Great little story. When I was in high school I read a book that went into a huge amount of detail about the making of Woodstock.

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    • Dear Trent,

      I love it that Max stood up to his neighbors. Hard to believe Woodstock was over half a century ago. There are lots of books, photos and video footage from the event. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.



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  • I was newly-married and not very interested in the goings-on of the Woodstock era, but its significance caught me even back then. It was the year of my wedding; the year of Woodstock; the year of the first moon landing–just for starters 🙂

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  • A great story. Woodstock was a special, unique and, as history shows, once in a lifetime event. Others tried to replicate it but it was never the same due to the spontaneous response of musician’s and people. Expecting 75,000 and getting 450,000 was otherworldly. I had just been discharged from my first Navy enlistment in May and was on the East Coast in Connecticut. A friend & I were contemplating going when, regretfully, I decided to head back to Kansas City instead. It was a unique time and place in history.

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  • Love this! My friend, who’s been hanging out with the angels for some years now, had been to Woodstock. She was a young’un then, and it left a lasting impression. In more ways than one … Lovely interpretation for the photo! I went a … less crowded … way … 😉

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  • Damn dirty hippies always dirtying up the place with their peace and love. Woodstock is easily the most iconic festival of all-time. It was well before my time, but I’m still familiar with the history and imagery. That’s when people knew how to protest. Not like today when throwing a can of soup at a priceless painting is considered a protest. We’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.

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    • Dear Nobbin,

      Woodstock certainly left it’s indelible mark on history. As for those “dirty hippies”…well….I wouldn’t know anything about that. 😉 😉
      Thank you for reading and commenting. Always appreciated.



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  • Dear Rochelle,

    Thanks for sharing Max’s story. I wonder how many stories people are still telling of Woodstock. It was a pivotal cultural movement. But we still persist in seeing people with political opinions other than our own as enemies. How much has the world really changed?


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  • Hey Rochelle,

    I read this and had to take a walk before commenting. Emotional.

    This is the third time Woodstock has come up for me this week (and it’s only Wednesday). The story was emotional because that was my time. August 1969. I was 23, a GI-Bill Junior at Texas A&M, and wondering about it all. I was confused and like many vets at the time, trying to make sense of a world that made none. And that a stupid war waged by one lying moron after another (that I read about every single day). Little did I know I was still being formed. Still learning about life. Truth.

    I could not handle such a crowd, so I would probably never go. While I could easily name 100 songs I still love from then, today I say the “Vietnam Song” by Country Joe and “White Rabbit” by Grace Slick remain favs.

    I raise a toast to Mr. Max and to you for writing this. Great, nay, fantastic!, inspiration from the photo.



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    • Dear Bill,

      I can’t tell you how emotional your comment has made me. (If I haven’t said it before “thank you for your service and welcome home”) I met my husband the summer of 1969 when he’d just gotten out of the Navy. He didn’t go to Vietnam but was in that era and suffered the epithets by protestors who spat on his uniform.

      I wasn’t quite 15 then and hadn’t really figured things out. Not sure about then, but I certainy don’t handle crowds well now. And there are even more lying morons today than there were then, aren’t there?

      BTW, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were in the swim lane next to me yesterday. He looked a lot like the pics I’ve seen of you. Decent swimmer, too. 😉

      “One, two, three, four. What the hell are we fighting for?” Yeah those are two of my favorite songs, too.

      Thank you for your kind and affirming comments. Write on. Farm out and outta state.



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    • Hi Rochelle, this is the first time I’ve participated in Friday Fictioneers and I’m not quite sure what I have to do. I’ve written a story and linked it back to your blog. What else is involved, please?

      I enjoyed your story and remember people talking about Woodstock when I was younger. We have our ‘Woodstock’ communities here in Portugal who live off-grid.

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  • Fascinating, I did not know this. When I was a kid my older cousin took me and my sister to see the Oscar winning Woodstock. I was too small to appreciate the event then but that awareness remained when I grew up.

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  • I am late to the party this week, but I am pleased to read about Woodstock. Full of memories for me. I grew up in [ Woodstock England ] and have visited [Woodstock USA]

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