Anna Schlecht

Anna Schlecht

Anna Schlecht showed up in Olympia with a backpack & a guitar back in 1976. With hair big enough to see from outer space, Schlecht came to the Left Coast in search of hippie radicals who were still dedicated to building community on foundations of social justice. Once in Olympia, Schlecht realized that she was really looking for the LGBTQ community. While she didn’t come for college, she did go to Evergreen a few times and collected a couple of degrees. Later on, she worked in local government, doing affordable housing & homeless services for 40 years. Schlecht was involved in the early days of the Columbia Street Food Co-op; founded Matrix, a feminist lesbian magazine; and generally raised hell on numerous political fronts. Nearly 50 years later, Schlecht still lives in Olywa and raises the kind of hell that’s easier on the knees and back. 

  • GREENER! – By Anna Schlecht
    VIGNETTES – After a night of drinking with friends at the Rainbow, we all piled outside to catch a little night air. Standing around at the corner, we laughed at everything we said, whether it was funny or not.
  • Of Eco-Terrorists and Homos–Biography of a Photo – By Anna Schlecht
    VIGNETTES – Few pictures captured the rift between local conservatives and the hippie invasion attracted by Evergreen more than a photo taken by Felicity Scott Hutsell in 1987.
  • Life on a Hippie Farm By Anna Schlecht
    HOME – In the early days of Evergreen there was little housing on campus and not much rental housing available in town. Apparently, many of the first students lived in tents and lean-tos in the woods surrounding campus.
  • The Launch of the Columbia Street Food Co-op By Anna Schlecht
    FOOD – I had moved out West to find my people—the hippies. And I figured the best places to look were at the co-ops and collective restaurants that sprouted up wherever hippies had settled.
  • Going to the Left Coast by Anna Schlecht
    ARRIVALS – That morning, I heard one of my friends announce, “Yep!  I’m moving to Olympia!” It sounded like a mythical refuge from street crime, a verdant world of organic food, a promised land for hippies. It jolted me awake.