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Scrapbook of a Taos Hippie

From the Introduction by Edward Sanders
Scrapbook of a Taos Hippie is full of wonderful then-and-now photographs with up-to-date biographies, newspaper articles and other memorabilia that give the reader a true sense of the passionate life of hippies during the great flowering of communes in New Mexico.

"Keltz has an eye for detail. Her honesty reinforces her arguments that the commune movement has something to say in 2000 and beyond. She does not shy away from the flaws, the weaknesses, and the down times of the communes just as she does not neglect the thrills, the fun, the dancing, the highs, the eros, the communal physical work and the spirit of sharing she rightly urges us to celebrate.

"The pathway to a Better World requires a lot of study, and this living book can be one of the courses."

"This is a clear and dedicated account of how we lived and who we were, written with an alert eye and a big open-hearted, humorous voice. Keltz leads us deep into a particular American landscape with beautiful prose that makes us want to follow her."-Natalie Goldberg

The '60s-the music, the clothes, political and sexual idealism-were a watershed in the way America sees itself. Hippie culture was at the very zenith of that watershed, and Taos was its beating heart, a Mecca which beckoned young pilgrims from all over the country. Iris Keltz was one of the pilgrims who went to Taos in the 60s. She stayed to become a folk historian of the tribe. She began writing her stories down and transcribing the stories of her friends, and slowly the book was born.

Iris' book has the old-time vibes of a family scrapbook, a marvelous collection of stories and oral histories from the people who lived in the communes that flourished in Taos-Morningstar, New Buffalo, Lama, Reality Construction Company, and others. Now, decades later, they talk openly about communal life, about making adobes and growing gardens, about natural childbirth and raising children, about New Age mysticism and the Native American Church, about money and food stamps, about regret and what's been learned.

Scrapbook of a Taos Hippie is full of wonderful then-and-now photographs with up-to-date biographies, newspaper articles and other memorabilia that give the reader a true sense of the passionate life of hipies during the great flowering of communes in New Mexico.
Texas Observer
The story of Iris Keltz's involvement with the communes around Taos begins in 1968, when the author and her husband Faisal stumbled into New Buffalo commune during a cross-country ramble from New York City to northern California and back, a route made famous by the transcendental Beat literati. More than thirty years later, Scrapbook of a Taos Hippie interweaves personal recollection with interviews of Iris's comrades, as well as neat bits of poetry and hippie scuttlebutt, local news clippings, family-style snapshots of the longhairs hanging out, washing, chopping, making music, doing the hippie boogie. Personal and collective histories are served up in tantalizing snatches and truncated pieces.

The New Buffalo commune had only been in existence for a meager two years, but judging from Iris's account of her first impression, it was already full-fleshed with all the accoutrements of high hippie life and landscape--the vegetarian diet with fresh-cooked vegetables, the four-seated outhouse, the barebreasted women, the offer of a night in a tipi, the goats, chickens, milk cows, cheese-making. And then there were also the already manifested problems: the workers versus the partiers, and the instability of large numbers of visitors simply passing through.

Author, Iris KeltzIris loved it. Faisal did not. Faisal had come out of village life to take to wandering at an early age. He found New York City to be much more homey than any village either in Israel or New Mexico. But like many young Americans, Iris yearned to reconnect with a mythologized landed past. She had fallen in love with Faisal's childhood village and even imagined moving there for a little while--as Faisal's old man desired, a proud father who had welcomed the young couple by slaying a sheep and inviting everyone in the village to the feast. But Iris knew that the strictures would be too much for her, and doubted she would be able to accept Faisal bringing home another wife. In New Buffalo village she saw a chance to wed new ways with old, for personal development within new sexual codes.

So, in 1970 the young couple split on the basis of their divergence of opinion on city versus commune-country living. A letter had come from one of the New Buffalo women they had met on their visit the year before, offering them a room. Iris departed the shared fourth-floor New York City tenement accompanied only by dreams of herding sheep, embracing poverty, farming, and maybe a little bellydancing through strings of starry nights and holy days.

But the spirit of New Mexico was changing. Word had spread quickly of communes willing to receive any and all who were looking for refuge from war-madness and capitalistic greed, and thousands swarmed the Taos area. As Ed Sanders points out in his introduction to Scrapbook: "The very idea of preparing vigorously for a 60-year career in the suit-and-tie world followed by a few years' retirement, then a terminal illness caused by pollutants, did not appeal at all to quite a number of young Americans in the 1960s and early 1970s."

The flood of alternative-life seekers became a deluge after one of New Buffalo's neighboring communes, the Hog Farm, was hired to set up and provide security at the Woodstock Festival. The commune's efforts far exceeded the expectations of their employers; their free kitchen, first aid and freakout tents were in large part the underpinnings of the festival's famous high spirits. But when they came home, they discovered that many had beaten them there with plates and tin cups in hand.

And the newcomers did everything wrong. They were fools in the wilderness, ruining tools when they tried to do simple chores like chopping wood, getting sick from hepatitis and dysentery, building careless fires that burnt down fragile structures like tipis and strawbale lean-tos. The story was the same throughout the communes. Several communalistas had specific numbers and ratios they wished to impose upon their population growth; Mama Lama of the Lama Foundation felt, for instance, that there should never be more than one child for every four adults, an equal number of men and women, and only one to two refugees for every twenty-five communitarians. Still, the communal response to runaway popularity was in large part one of education rather than rejection. Flyers were distributed instructing on simple hygiene in the wilderness. Meanwhile, the response of the surrounding community was anxious and angry.

The first day a young John Nichols rode into Taos, he saw a new model Mustang with DESTROY THE HIPPIES taped across one side. Nichols had arrived at the start of the Hippie-Chicano War. The Taos Chamber of Commerce, Taos Ministerial Alliance and the Rotary Club of Taos were engaged in a serious head-hover, with suggestions that remedies might come through ordinances by the county or the town in the areas of zoning, health and morals. A local official described the hippies as "a threat to our established way of life." The state attorney general was consulted for advice on how to eliminate the hippies "without discrimination." But when talk turned to closing the communes based on the state building code--particularly because of a lack of indoor plumbing--the Health Department cautioned that the code could not be differentially enforced; many New Mexicans lacked flushing toilets. So local resistance stepped out of the public forum and into the cover of night. Parents encouraged teenaged boys to engage in vandalism. In the spring of 1969 vehicles were bombed. A bridge to one commune was blown up. Shootings, assaults and rapes proliferated. Meanwhile, La Raza's El Grito del Norte, speaking for both Chicanos and Indians, printed a direct appeal: Hippies please don't come anymore. You are still Anglo/Gringos, able to buy land when many older residents are not. Hippies were people who got welfare and food stamps when they could get money from home or a job if necessary. They were people who abused the water, and lacked cultural knowledge of cleanliness, family values, sexual morality. They were educationally advantaged and could leave if the going got tough, whereas the natives were stuck within a single reality. If the hippies couldn't make change happen within happen within their own society, why did they think they could do anything in the midst of someone else's culture?

The updated hippies Iris includes are generally a bit apologetic, or sometimes defensive, when asked to describe their states of mind in those youthful times when they were full of self-assurance that their individual actions of turning on, tuning in and dropping out could change the world. "Free love," according to one of New Buffalo's founding settlers, Joyce Robinson, now a born-again Christian, created hurt. Back-to-the land wasn't enough. Introducing the interview with one of the younger communalists is the photograph of a thin boy with dark, shoulder-length hair--Morgan Haynes as eleven-year-old acid head. Today he's a paramedic studying oriental medicine. The grownups, he recalls, were so into expanding their consciousness, they often forgot there were any children around, making the kids little shadow people. His teachers were of the lofty-valued Taos Learning Center, which would teach children how to build houses, grow food, tan hides, survive in the wilderness--as well as provide traditional studies in math, literature and sciences. But since he had started before the school was built, all he could remember of his education was being used as slave labor, making adobes while the classes fell apart. According to Rick Klein, the man who originally bought the land New Buffalo was founded upon, "The whole thing was a courageous experiment, but very nave." As of the year of his interview--1997--he was doing business on the old acreage under the name of New Buffalo Bed and Breakfast, but had put it up for sale. "We can't hold up the'60s for everybody." Still, of the thirteen communalistas Iris interviewed and updated, the majority remained in the Taos area through all of the turbulence of the past three decades.


Iris's own recollections come through luminously and unapologetically. She worked as a waitress at Joe's, taught children from a homemade curriculum, participated in the homebirthing experiences of her friends, tackled hard work with cheerfulness and no despair. She attended Peyote Church services, gathered with the Rainbows, shared lovers and resources--and now shares stories from her extraordinary American village times.

I was reassured by Iris's book of hippie hymns to sisterly love and acid-lickin' that not everyone had swallowed their tongues and blotted out the times when there were so many fools believing we could make love instead of war, and turn the whole dang universe on its ass, legs-up under the howling moon. I wish she had given an update on herself as she did for the others, but she enters into history as a young adult with no delineated roots and remains the same throughout, except for a brief glimpse of herself as an interviewer with silvering hair. To the end she remains elusive, offering up scraps and pieces as intimate and fine as the gypsy outfits of the boogie women. Courageous, high, mountain-climbing spirits shout out and shine through these pages.
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Internet Book Watch
Many black and white photos and topical news sources' stories decorate this album-like book. The author says she wrote it in response to her children's request to tell them about her hippie days. Scrapbook Of A Taos Hippie is more than a nostalgic look at a time and life now past. It captures the bitter poignancy of the day.

Scrapbook Of A Taos Hippie is a biographical narrative of the some of the agrarian hippies of the 60's who attempted to live the Aquarian Age in Taos. The author's memoirs contain 3 years of colorful experiences. How did the dream play out? In the end, did practicality supersede idealism? What were the chief obstacles? Why was Taos important? You will be left with more questions after you arrive at the author's answers to these. Many black and white photos and topical news sources' stories decorate this album-like book. The author says she wrote it in response to her children's request to tell them about her hippie days. Scrapbook Of A Taos Hippie is more than a nostalgic look at a time and life now past. It captures the bitter poignancy of the day. It will appeal to specialized interests audiences.North South East West: American Indians and the Natural World Marsha C. Bol Carnegie Museum of Natural History/Roberts Rinehart Publishers 6309 Monarch Park Place, Niwot, Colorado 80503 ISBN
Natalie Goldberg
This is a clear and dedicated account of how we lived and who we were,written with an alert eye and a big open-hearted, humorous voice. Keltz leads us deep into a particular American landscape with beautiful prose that makes us want to follow her.

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