Genealogists and family historians get a lot of satisfaction from chasing their ancestors’ stories. Finding a diary, a message on a postcard, or a photo with a name attached is like the sun coming out after a storm. One day we will be somebody’s ancestor. We need to leave our descendants a little bit of sunshine too. So here is my story told alphabetically, not chronologically: Growing Up in Cradock.
is for Locks of Hair.
Two memories about my hair are crystal clear in this ever-fading memory bank: (1) Momma always cut my bangs too short, and (2) Momma loved to give me a Tonette permanent (the child’s version of the popular Toni Home Permanent kit of the 1950s).
In most of my school pictures, it looks like I had a perm. My parents always bought the pictures no matter how bad they were. However, in looking for the pictures for this post, I see that grades 6, 7, and 8 are missing. The disaster of my 5th grade picture must have traumatized my parents causing them to cease purchasing sight unseen. We have lots of copies left if anyone wants one. Yeah ~
Don’t let the labyrinth of lampoons and belles-lettres languish at the A to Z April Challenge.
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