Barber shop and pool hall, Oklee Minnesota, 1912
These
pictures are reminders for me to go to the barber shop and get my hairs
cut. I also like the way the first two photos take me back in time, as
I have been waxing nostalgic as of late.
When I was an
innocent blue eyed blond haired boy, my mother would take me to the
barber shop to trim my page boy haircut. I was tow headed and a little
nervous about going to the barber shop. But the barber was a friendly
sheep farmer, and he would put a plywood board across the arms of the
barber chair so I could sit up higher. It wouldn't take him long to cut
my hair and vacuum the cape off, and then he would drip a few drops of
Vitalis onto his hand, slap them together, and give my freshly cut hair a
good rub down with the hair tonic. Seeing these old barber shops make
me think of my time visiting the local barber shop.
Iowa, 1912
Frenchy'
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