Reflecting

The smell of hair tonic. The feel of Butch Wax. The sound of the

clippers. Memories of this place.

Yes Doug, the old barbershops are a specail place, hope they are still around for a while. Nice shot!

You know I'm going to like this. It's good. I do wish I could see one that is cropped just to the front of the leading chair and without the reflection. Don't know, just wondering..............

Thank you much, guys. That second chair was mine, in the 50s and 60s, when I had hair to cut. Nothing much has changed there, thankfully.

 

Dave, I thought of that, but I would still have some of the reflection if I kept all the front chair. And, I think maybe the reflection puts the shop in its setting. But it could be more of a distraction.

I couldn't wait to grow tall enough so that my feet would reach that foot rest & I didn't have to sit on that board he'd put across the arm rests. Loyd was his name & when he was finished cutting my hair he took some great smelling stuff out of a blue bottle, smeared it on my head, & all the old ladies told me I smelled great. Come to think of it, I that was the last time anyone told me I smelled better than OK.

 

The checker board is a nice touch Doug.

Such similar memories! Hickey Steelman was mine. I wanted a flat top, and he said my hair was too fine for that. I insisted, and he did it, reluctantly. The butch wax was a mess, and I didn't keep the flat top for long.

 

I was so anxious to leave after high school, and now it is such a treat to go back. Life sometimes seems like a round trip.

 

Thanks.

You guys crack me up talking about those good "ole" memories. I always liked to take my son for a haircut as I loved the smell of the tonics and the powder after the haircuts. My father-in-law, a barber and owner of our local barbershop, let me work on Saturdays cashiering in his shop so I do remember those good "ole" days.