03-25-2012, 12:31 PM
A fond look back indeed.
The pictures weren't my childhood, but close. I loved going to the barbershop. I'd read the magazines and even if I wasn't paying attention the other gents in the shop were lookin' out for the kid (that'd be me). The barber always finished the haircut with lather, a str8, and a mystical concoction that smelled fantastic- bay rum. Oh, and I almost forgot, he'd work "stuff" into my head with a passion before combing it for me.
Different times and in many respects, much better times, at least as I picture them. Is there anyone who doesn't like Norman Rockwell?
The pictures weren't my childhood, but close. I loved going to the barbershop. I'd read the magazines and even if I wasn't paying attention the other gents in the shop were lookin' out for the kid (that'd be me). The barber always finished the haircut with lather, a str8, and a mystical concoction that smelled fantastic- bay rum. Oh, and I almost forgot, he'd work "stuff" into my head with a passion before combing it for me.
Different times and in many respects, much better times, at least as I picture them. Is there anyone who doesn't like Norman Rockwell?
03-25-2012, 01:06 PM
Thanks John. I grew up in the small town of Tiffin, Ohio. Dad would take me down to our local barber, who would pretty much watch over me if he and mom wanted to go somewhere by themselves. Dad was one of the few doctors in town and mom later told me that dad would treat him for free (a lot of that sort of thing went on in those days). This man was also the one to teach me how to shave with a strait razor, hone, strop... , before I could even drive. On a few occasions dad would bring his microscope to his shop and we all would study the edges.
Sad thing is, I can't remember his name and the shop is no longer there.
Sad thing is, I can't remember his name and the shop is no longer there.
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