It was definitely another Era. A friend of mine that I work with frequently who is African American was a 'military brat' in New Hampshire in the early 1970's. When she and her brothers and sisters were young, people would ask if they could touch their hair or their skin. They didn't mind. She says they felt like little celebrities. They knew it was curiosity and that it wasn't malicious. Most people born in New Hampshire had never seen anyone like them. At the beginning of the civil rights period the newspapers in New Hampshire said that there were maybe a dozen in a population of just under a million.I am sure that anyone who knew about them at the time could probably tell you how many lived in which town.
Our neighbor across the street, named (I swear I'm not kidding) Farmer Twiss, had rarely been more than 15 miles from his home in 90 years. He plowed his field with oxen. The State Capitol was 20 miles away and he had only been there on business a very few times. Otherwise, he had no reason to go the The City, he had "already seen it." This was the environment in which Betty and Barney Hill were revealing their experience.