Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Hippie Memories

If I still had this dress, I'd totally make Amelia wear it.


Today I parked next to a bus at the Y. The bus was from a local daycare called The Sunshine House. Suddenly I was flooded with vague memories. Vague, hippie memories.

When I was little--I'm guessing three or four, I hadn't started school yet--I went to daycare in Maine at a place called The Sunshine Center. It apparently doesn't exist anymore. I searched for it, but the only Sunshine Centers listed in Maine are laundromats.

Anyway, I don't remember a lot about it, but what I do remember of it makes me wonder if maybe my mother was dropping me off at a hippie commune every morning.

I remember it being in a big, old farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere. This may not be correct--it's just what I remember it being. I remember sitting on the wood floor listening to the teachers play folk and/or hippie music on guitars and recorders and I'm pretty sure someone had a tambourine. I remember specifically hearing them sing Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog. A lot.

I remember that they had giant wooden blocks. They were so big that we built a train out of them and three or four kids were able to sit on it. Again, it may not be accurate, but it's what I remember.

Most of all I remember the goats. We milked them. And that's what we drank every day--unpasteurized goat's milk, milked by pre-schoolers. I'm pretty sure I loved it. This was, of course, in my pre germ-phobic days. We also ate goat cheese made from the goat's milk. I know that I loved the goat cheese (still do). I also remember picking vegetables out of the (I'm sure organic) garden and then having them served with lunch. I remember helping to make bread at least once a week, too. I think we ate lunch at a big round table in the kitchen, family style.

I remember everyone--teachers and kids alike--being barefoot all the time.

I'm not sure, but I think I really liked my hippie commune daycare.

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