Kate R.
Yelp
I was raised in a town which is notorious for being a safe haven for hippies. Kent, Ohio, Kent State, May 4th - the place that the song "Four Dead in Ohio" was written about - if you don't know what I'm referring to you need to go back and review your American history.
Just so that everyone is on the same page: During the Vietnam War, Kent was one of many Universities which were hotbeds of anti-war activism. (UC Berkeley being the other really well known one.) On May 4, 1970 (three years, six months, 11 days before I was born - five years to the day before my brother - Mike - was born) Nixon ordered the National Guard to "restore peace" to the Kent main-campus. In the course of a demonstration protesting the war and their campus being occupied by active military by the students, a (still to this day) unidentified National Guardsman opened fire w/live bullets (they were supposed to only have blanks) into a crowd of protesters - killing four students.
If you know Kent at all it is probably for the shootings which occurred almost 40 years ago. (God, that's effing scary, I'm really close to 40 aren't I?) You probably don't know about all the famous people who have origins in Kent (Chrissy Hynde, Drew Carey, Arsinio Hall;) or, about the excellent fashion design school and world renowned fashion museum; or, about the Porthouse Theatre Company; or, about the amazing volunteer programs which Kent runs (Kent State for Biloxi - a Katrina relief program - headed by the Sparkmeister - is a great example;) or, about the outstanding education, science, music, dance and business programs KSU offers; or, about the great quality of life which is available to those who choose to live here and raise families... you probably only know about the shootings and associate hippies with those shootings.
It's okay - it's like being from Salem, Massachusetts and having people only be able to reference the witch trials (and, if you've been to Salem you know there's a lot more goin' on there than that - though, the witch trials and that history is kinda cool.) Residents of Kent kind of accept this stigma and deal with it. I'm proud of my hometown and it's history of liberal activism. It is where I learned my morals and values and how to envision the type of world I want to live in... even if the rest of the world doesn't match the image which Kent ingrained on my memory, that's okay. I was brought up to believe that if you can imagine it, you can make it real.
In recent years Kent has begun to shift a little - to catch up with the times - parts of Kent have been hard for me to recognize. The hippie coffeeshop I used to hang out in was turned into a Starbucks, the outlying areas of Kent Township have been developed into shopping malls and subdivisions with cheap student housing... A dorm I used to like was torn down to make a parking lot. The Kent Cinema has been turned into a live music venue (which is actually kinda cool - but, I miss the $1 movies)... Bars which once were regular haunts for me (both pre and post 21st birthday - sorry Mom & Sparky, I used to sneak into JB's Down to drink penny drafts with Arik when we were both 17) are gone... The Junior High School that both Chris K. and I attended has been turned into the home of the Board of Education and there is a humongous new "middle school" that has been built back behind the high school. Kent seems a little more homogenized than it did when I was growing up. Cleaner, more yuppy, different.
The only thing which has remained exactly the same - exactly how I remember it - is Kent Natural Foods Cooperative. It still is the same, weird, hippy run joint that smells like patcholi oil upon opening the door. It is still impossible to shop there for your entire grocery order because they really only carry a small selection of fresh and frozen organics; and, a lot of canned/dry stock. You can still purchase a variety of cleansing kits to get THC out of your system there (not that I know ANYTHING about that!) And, you can still buy lots of great bath/body products that make you feel all earthy and natural and pretty for (what considering I live in SF the capital of organic b&b schtuff) is a higher price than I like paying.
I even think that the same two dreadlocked employees work there from all those years ago when I used to pop in there on a regular basis to pick up this or that.
Kent Natural Foods has stayed the same. Somehow this is comforting to me in a town which is beginning to catch up with the rest of society. Comforting that a piece of my ideal world is still here. Yeah.