I'm a child of the sixties. I was a wanna be hippie, because I was really a married college dropout when the Summer of Love took place. I gave up my scholarships to Ohio State and went to key punch school for a few weeks before taking a job so that my husband could continue in college and keep his deferment.

Vietnam was going hot and heavy. Campus protests and the anti-war movement was on. I watched as the Ohio National Guard surrounded the ROTC building on campus. This was just days prior to the killings at Kent State, my sister's school.

With the end of the sixties and beginning of the seventies, anti-establishment and people first sentiments ruled my age group. I started buying 'Mother Earth News' and wanting to flee to the wilds of Montana to live by self efficiency. I wanted to 'Drop Out' and be off the grid. Practical Idealism.

However, I didn't. I found myself divorced and a mother at age 21. My ex-husband was in the US Air Force and in Thailand. I had to feed and take care of my son. I was in 'data processing' and eventually would be hired by IBM Corporation.

But I thought we'd change the world. We'd take over the governing and end the unfairness and stop the military-industrial complex dead in their tracks. How could anybody have gone through the pain of Vietnam and not wanted to end wars? I wanted a world that lived in peace and recognized the humanity of all of us. What happened?

My generation failed to transmit those moral imperatives to our children. Somehow they listened more to the TV ads telling them they needed to consume and buy this new gadget and that new 'toy'. They became 'entitled' to good grades, good colleges, and well paying jobs. Money, lots of money, became the god of this nation. Now some believe we must fight the rest of the world so that 'our' life styles won't have to change.

Anyway, I'm sorry. My generation failed to bring about the changes that seemed so clearly evident we needed in 1972.