A Hippie's haven ...
Where have all the Hippies gone?
A native Rhode Islander, one of my favorite places to visit along the southern coast during the Sixties was "The Fantastic Umbrella Factory," a small farm with a cluster of drafty, dilapidated, and musty barns owned by Hippies. Prior to major road resurfacing, you accessed this hidden gem from worn, torn, two-lane Rte. 1. Situated off of Post Road in Charlestown, RI, this attraction is definitely "far out, man"!
Those Hippies never offered much in the way of conversation, but most times one was mesmerized by the pottery they created inside a ramshackle outpost. Further along, you came upon the big barn, always chock full of love beads, vintage clothing from the Sixties, greeting cards, signs, toiletries, and novelty items--though I never recall any umbrellas.
Having made my way back there recently, lush gardens on the wooded property still provide sanctuary for sidelined tourists. Exotic emus beckon. The café on the premises specializing in organic eats teems with hungry wayfarers. Eclectic shops abound with funky jewelry and Bohemian-style apparel.
Yet, without fail, I find myself drawn to the abandoned Citroen resting on a laurel of weeds, and the rusted carcass of a gutted pickup nearby.
This hidden gem frequented by those who veer off beaten paths is still worth braking for. A 19th century farmyard paradise and international bazaar, "The Fantastic Umbrella Factory" is a Rhode Island landmark, and has been Charlestown’s national treasure since 1968. In true Hippie spirit, this haven welcomes its adoring public year-round.
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Ron