I FELT MYSELF A COG

50 years ago today, neither parent nor Kaye munchkins had any idea that in a couple of days, we would be setting up an assembly line in the downstairs kitchen in the former boarding house that became our summer home in Liberty, New York. Styrofoam cup, Sanka packet, creamer, napkin, I don’t remember the other items. The Red Cross had contacted area residents to empty cabinets and give whatever they could so the hundreds of thousands of stuck and stranded people attending Woodstock would have access to, at the very least, basics. That was our small part.

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