I have mentioned before that my mom is a hairdresser. She has a beauty shop behind her house that she still works in. I grew up in beauty shops watching Mom cut, curl, put color on, and make ladies look stylish. When Mom was teaching cosmetology, she often took me to work with her giving me a mannequin to play with. I learned the basics of hair cutting and coloring, but I never took the time to get a beauty license. Often, my sister, Mom, and other willing ladies will get in the shop and do each other’s hair. I have rarely ever paid anyone to do my hair – we just have hair parties. Those are wild times.
Yesterday, while spending the day with Mom, we bought some hair color for Jesse. Jesse has wanted to put some red in her hair. Last week she made an appointment with another hairdresser to color her hair. When I told her that I could do it for her, she canceled the appointment. Last night, in the midst of making pies for Toby’s office party tomorrow (another story for some other time), I colored Jesse’s hair. I have to admit that I did a fine job. Jesse looks great. Her hair is dark naturally, but now it has beautiful auburn highlights. She was pleased, too. And that is what counts.
For years, I have cut Toby and Bo’s hair and sometimes other friend’s hair. Last week John, a 78-year-old man from our church, wanted me to cut his hair. It was not a problem – I ran the clippers over it a few times, and he was done. He then stayed and had supper with us and then hung around the house visiting. John is an interesting man. He came here from Montana, and he has lots of stories about growing up in the wilderness with his brothers and sisters. I picture him as once being a large, strong man working with his hands doing lots of physical labor. Now, he reminds me of Treebeard (Lord of the Rings). He also tells rather corny jokes. The funny part is not his jokes, but the fact that he laughs way before the punch line and has a hard time finishing the joke. The really funny part, this time, was that Jesse matched him corny joke for corny joke. John, Treebeard, telling jokes was great, but watching Jesse with her dancing eyes laughing with John was even better. It made for a fun evening.
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I know an older man just like that, laughs at his corny jokes before the punchline and hardly can get the punchline out. Gets me laughing before the punchline too, and laughing way harder at the joke than the silly joke warrants. It is a lot of fun.
Laughter is the best medicine for anything that ails you!
When I was 9 years old I worked as a Shoeshine Boy in
Mr. Pennington's Barber Shop, I loved hearing those men come in there and "shoot the breeze". I received quite an education in that shop as I'm sure you can imagine! Les wouldn't let it get too out of hand though. Memories....
Dale was that the barber shop in downtown Electra. I often went in there with Dad and Craig. The barber would tease me saying he would be glad to cut my ponytail off. For those of you who don't know, I had hair down to my waist. It made for a rather long, thick ponytail.
Yep Lou Lou, I'm sure that was the shop your dad used because Leon Magnus, the other barber in town, was one of those shops that was for "adults only". He told dirty jokes and provided his customers with the latest in adult reading materials. Of course they were carefully concealed under the newspaper and other more acceptable reading materials. He didn't advertise but everybody knew.
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