It has been one of those weeks where the hot weather
has sort of fizzled my brain and sent me into memory lane. Of course, 94 degrees with 10% humidity
(Colorado) is not really “hot” compared to my former home in Kansas where my
friends were suffering in 107 degrees.
My heat-addled mind often “remembers” in decades and so it was this time,
50 years ago—the summer of 69. This time
period was easy to remember since the country was in an uproar over events in
southeast Asia, a great geology scenery movie starring Paul Newman as Butch
Cassidy and introducing Robert Redford as the Sundance Kid was released, the
U.S. put a “man on the moon” in late July, Charles Manson and his groupies went
on a killing rampage in early August, and 400,000+ mostly young people
converged on a farm in upstate New York to attend a music
festival—Woodstock. Lately I have been
watching “documentaries” on the tube about Woodstock and it brought back many
memories. I liked much of the music (not
a fan of Jimi Hendrix tho) but as a small-town kid from conservative Kansas I simply
could not really identify with the drugs and seemingly open sex for
everyone--was the latter really true?. What I could identify with was
the fear (and reality) of so many young men waiting for the county draft board
to ship them off on a bus for a make-believe physical exam, and then off they
went to southeast Asia. If a male
college student flunked just one class, it was, as Buffalo Springfield sang: Paranoia
strikes deep / Into your life it will creep, It starts when you're always
afraid / Step out of line, the men come and take you away.
I lost friends in the conflict and the mind,
intellect, reasoning and judgment of an entire generation was affected and
remembered; our country has never healed.
I’m
fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in. George S. McGovern
For the “hippie” pilgrims (the term of the press) of
the day, Woodstock was a break in the reality of the war and a time where one,
for three days, could just forget and kick back. Let their mind rest. After the concert was
over it was back to the reality of draft boards, physical exams and long plane
rides:
Well,
come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle
Sam needs your help again.
He's
got himself in a terrible jam
Way
down yonder in Vietnam
So
put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're
gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And
it's one, two, three,
What
are we fighting for ?
Don't
ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next
stop is Vietnam;
And
it's five, six, seven,
Open
up the pearly gates,
Well
there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee!
we're all gonna die.
Country
Joe and the Fish
But again, I was just the small-town kid, married for
two years and working hard on a graduate degree at the University of Utah. I had neither the time nor the money nor the
inclination to tromp off to New York. In
fact, I just looked at my field book/notes and noticed that August 15-18 I was
tromping around in rural southwestern Wyoming mapping some rock units and
collecting vertebrate fossils. I had
been walking and searching all summer and had been concerned that a lack of
fossils would not allow me to complete a dissertation and then I was in
trouble, big trouble. However, in
mid-August the stars were aligned correctly, and I stumbled across an opening
in the sagebrush north of Evanston and saw bone chips and part of a turtle
scute. My heart fluttered as I sank to my knees and stuck my face to within six
inches of the ground and started seeing small mammal teeth and bones. I knew at that moment “things” were going to
be OK and I could handle the rest of my graduate academics. Maybe, as a popular 5th Dimension
1969 song belted out, we were in the Age of Aquarius and Jupiter-Mars aligned
with my fossil find!
When
the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
Age of Aquarius
Aquarius
Aquarius
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
Age of Aquarius
Aquarius
Aquarius
So, the summer of 69 was an important time in my
life. Wow, 50 years ago. The summer of 2019 (with some poor music) has
not been as eventful but never-the-less has been interesting and I always look
forward to the numerous rock and mineral shows scheduled for the summer
months. A week or so ago (I am still writing a month later) I was able to
wander up to Woodland Park for the show and enjoyed visiting with many vendors
and picking up a few specimens. I mean
how can one attend a mineral show and not come home with something?
I have a detailed posting on pyrrhotite (July 28, 2014) so will not repeat that information. In fact, I really did not need another specimen of the iron sulfide (Fe7S8); however, this was a very nice piece, cheap, and available. Pyrrhotite is sort of a strange mineral is that it is magnetic and easily attracts a magnet as a variable amount of iron vacancies in its crystal structure. The specimen was collected from the Potosi Mine, Santa Eulalia District, Mun. de Aquilies Serdan,
Chiluahua, Mexico.
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| There are nice brassy crystals scattered on the specimen. width FOV ~3.7 cm. |
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| Photomicrograph calcite crystals. Width FOV ~1.2 cm. |
































