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FIRST REVIEWS!!

5 STARS!! I thoroughly enjoyed this book. As a baby boomer who came of age in the 60s, this journey by the main character, Peggy McIntyre, brought back many memories for me. Besides Peggy McIntyre, almost all of the characters in the story, reminded me of people I knew in my past, or read about in my in my reading. So I have to complement the author for really doing a fantastic job with character construction. Also, the pacing of the story was terrific. It was easy to follow, and also very hard to put down. Again, kudos to the author. Overall, this is a spectacular book and one I think many people will enjoy, especially the baby boomers generation. 4.5 STARS!! A very evocative period, really got into it. A great read

Author Note: This American Historical Romance Series has allowed me to explore eras I’ve always enjoyed, like the turn of the century gilded age, 1940s and 1960s. Historical Romance is often in the regency periods in England or the old west in the US. It’s been fun bringing these times to life in the sphere of the relationships of the family members. And especially for this book, I was able to interview many people who lived in the times and told me their stories. The book is fiction, but I’d like to think there’s a lot of truth in many of the events. And for anyone who wants to subscribe to the blog or newsletter with their email, I will send you the two reader magnets that delve into characters the books could not address. But for right now, this is a small taste of one of the chapters which has the main characters Peggy and Liam in the middle of Woodstock in 1969. This is a brief synopsis of what they saw…

As the yellow sun ebbed into the horizon on the vast empty fields, 400,000 sets of eyes stared at the empty stage breathlessly waiting for something to wonderful happen. Richie Havens donned the stage with a lone guitar and a stool. Without hesitation, everyone stood up. It was a magical moment and they were willing to be part of every second.

It was the summer of 1969 and the largest and most anticipated event in music history was delayed. Besieged by overcrowding, record rainfall and every other problem after another, it was finally happening. Artist after artist played music for the wanting crowd. Rain or shine, no one moved and they kept playing music, never faltering.

As the rain ceased, the blue hue of the Smokey lights shone as the heavens’ few twinkling stars blanketed the sky above while the ascending glow spotlighted the singer’s sweet tones washing over them like a lullaby, rocking them all to sleep.

In the daylight it was as if hundreds of thousands of strangers were instantly one family. Food, jugs of wine and water seamlessly passed from person to person along with quilts, dry clothes, and some drugs. Selfless sharing became the order of the day.

Some roaming around in various stages of dress, blanketed in smoke, while others walked into the farm fields together in the practice of free love, coming out arm in arm with smiles on their faces.

Standing and sitting shoulder to shoulder, parents cradled and fed their children, suckling milk as other children sucked their thumbs and ran around, gleefully playing. A unique peaceful and harmonious vibe reverberated all around.

Day passed unceremoniously into night and the sun retreated into the clouds of darkness as the alchemy of musical genres fed the grateful crowd.

In the wee hours of the morning The Who performed their entire rock opera Tommy to anyone awake, until a frustrated Pete Townshend smashed his guitar on the stage to rouse the crowd into consciousness just in time to view the rose and purple-colored hues of the rising ball of the sun as Roger Daltrey sang “See me, feel me, touch me, heal me” as though he was beckoning and ordering the sun’s ascent.

When they finished, the glimpse of first light arose in purple blue haze shadowing the waining darkness into an amber and rust sun rising in a kaleidoscope of colors as everyone listened in awe as Jimi Hendrix stopped the world on its axis by shredding the national anthem on his guitar.

It was an experiment in the evocation of all the senses to offer peace thru music.

By dusk as the light dwindled again and every field of the 300 acres was devoid of people. Only mountains of garbage remained. Standing below a sign of the Woodstock Festival featuring a dove with a guitar neck, the promoters surveyed the landscape with the farm owner, Max Yasgur.

“Max, you’ve now proven to the world that a half million kids can get together for three days and just have fun and music and nothing else,” the promoter said.

It was the summer of peace, love and music that no one would ever forget.