Hi, my name is Pat Keegan, my husband is Jim Keegan, and we live in Northvale, New Jersey.

My story about Woodstock is, in August 1969, my husband and I were dating for more than a year. Of course, we weren't married then. I really wanted to go, or at least attempt to go, to Woodstock. We lived in Bergen County, New Jersey, close to the border of New York and New Jersey. The New York State Thruway was only 15 minutes away. My husband had a muscle car at the time—the hippie scene was not his.

Me? I loved happenings. And this was going to be the grandfather of all happenings.

Well, we did not go and I missed the biggest cultural event of the 20th century. I got over it. We married in 1971. My husband traded his muscle car for a 1968 Volkswagen Westfalia camper. He let his hair grow a little—it was always short and slicked back. I wore peasant dresses and we were now a happy hippie couple. We finally got to the site around 1980 with our two young sons and our now 1971 Volkswagen Westfalia camper. The monument wasn't there yet. Over the years we took rides up to Bethel often. Now empty nesters, we are still that happy hippie couple, taking rides up to Bethel in our now 2002 Volkswagen Westfalia Eurovan. We have been married for 48 years. So I guess everything worked out. We didn't make it to the big one. But we've had so many wonderful and most memorable visits since.