Originally Posted by geedubya
Originally Posted by Gadfly
I've been thinking about the old barber shop I used to go to when I was a kid. Man that was a great place to hang out. It had the old fashioned barber chairs, brass spitoons, and lots of dead critters hanging on the wall.

I learned a lot in that place; how to sharpen a knife, how to tie fishing knots, how to roll a cigarette, and several new (to me) swear words. I even learned a little about female anatomy from the stack of nudy books that were hidden behind the counter.

A few times, I would go with my dad when he would need a haircut, but for the most part, it was my mom that took me to get a haircut.

I remember that she would drop me off at the door with two one dollar bills for the haircut, and a nickle for the gumball machine and go do her shopping. She would come back about a half an hour later and knock on the door for me to come out when she was ready to go.

In all those years my mom never set a foot inside that barbershop. In fact, I don't ever remember any woman ever coming into the barbershop during business hours, not even the barbers' wives.

People had funny ways back in the olden times....


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Perhaps I catch your drift........

This will date me, but I'm going on 62 years.

My grandfather was a barber. He was very proud of the fact that he was a non-union barber. Closed his shop on Wednesdays. Took me fishing on Wednesdays. Grew up sweeping floors in his shop. To a degree it was just as you described. It was in front of his house. My grandmother would make his lunch (and mine) put it in a wicker basket and bring it to him. He would see her approaching the door, stop what he was doing walk outside, take the basket. I don't recall her ever entering his barbershop. I was 26 when he gave me the last hair cut. Learned a lot there that has stood me in good stead over the years.

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