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was located between The Dairy Queen and "the butane place" before it was torn down to make room for the McDonalds, The Alltel Store, and the new credit union that stands there today.
Camps was right out of a Norman Rockwell painting having the usual 2 chairs with the mirror running full length across the back. On the front inside wall there was the "haircut chart" that most of us remember in Floyds Barber Shop on Andy Griffith. Daddy always took me there at least every other week to get my Flattop. I remember being so small that Camp had to set a board across the arms of the barber chair to make me tall enough. I never really gave Daddy or Camp much trouble because I was always afraid that hed mess up my hair. Even at 6 yrs old!
Daddy would sit in one of the chairs bordering the front wall and would somehow manage to talk to Camp and anyone else that walked in while reading his Field and Stream. Then Daddy would say to me when Camp turned on his clippers, "That sounds like a motorboat going across your head." He always said it. Always. I could of bet on it. He must of said it to keep me occupied and most of the time it worked.
Camp would always snip away at my hair before he turned on the clippers, then hed put hot shaving cream on my neck and ask me, "Blocked or rounded?" Whatever the style was or whatever I thought it was at the time was how I decided. After he shaved my neck hed unfasten the collar holding the drape around me and spin me around to face the mirror. After he applied the Butch Wax,(usually from the middle part of my forehead and up), hed always give me one of them little suckers that were round and about the size of a half dollar and had a paper loop rolled up for a stick.
Next was Daddy. We would trade places and I would just look at the pictures in the magazine Daddy had before finally grabbing a Boys Life. When Daddy got finished, he pay Camp 2 or 3 dollars and wed be on our way.
If we had time, wed slip over to Clydes and have a hamburger and a chocolate malt before going back to the Ponderosa,(as Daddy would call our modest home.)
3 years ago Carol bought me some clippers for my birthday and now shes my barber every Saturday night, whether I need it or not. I do admit that I dont have a lot of hair now days, but what the heck---if I was eighteen, Id worry about it!
Thanks for sharing my haircut with me.
God Bless,
Lil Brother <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt="
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P. S. As I got older, I let my hair grow out and remember Camp taking that bottle off the back counter, turning it upside down on my head, and massaging that nasty greasy stuff in! YUCK!
Camps was right out of a Norman Rockwell painting having the usual 2 chairs with the mirror running full length across the back. On the front inside wall there was the "haircut chart" that most of us remember in Floyds Barber Shop on Andy Griffith. Daddy always took me there at least every other week to get my Flattop. I remember being so small that Camp had to set a board across the arms of the barber chair to make me tall enough. I never really gave Daddy or Camp much trouble because I was always afraid that hed mess up my hair. Even at 6 yrs old!
Daddy would sit in one of the chairs bordering the front wall and would somehow manage to talk to Camp and anyone else that walked in while reading his Field and Stream. Then Daddy would say to me when Camp turned on his clippers, "That sounds like a motorboat going across your head." He always said it. Always. I could of bet on it. He must of said it to keep me occupied and most of the time it worked.
Camp would always snip away at my hair before he turned on the clippers, then hed put hot shaving cream on my neck and ask me, "Blocked or rounded?" Whatever the style was or whatever I thought it was at the time was how I decided. After he shaved my neck hed unfasten the collar holding the drape around me and spin me around to face the mirror. After he applied the Butch Wax,(usually from the middle part of my forehead and up), hed always give me one of them little suckers that were round and about the size of a half dollar and had a paper loop rolled up for a stick.
Next was Daddy. We would trade places and I would just look at the pictures in the magazine Daddy had before finally grabbing a Boys Life. When Daddy got finished, he pay Camp 2 or 3 dollars and wed be on our way.
If we had time, wed slip over to Clydes and have a hamburger and a chocolate malt before going back to the Ponderosa,(as Daddy would call our modest home.)
3 years ago Carol bought me some clippers for my birthday and now shes my barber every Saturday night, whether I need it or not. I do admit that I dont have a lot of hair now days, but what the heck---if I was eighteen, Id worry about it!
Thanks for sharing my haircut with me.
God Bless,
Lil Brother <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt="
"> <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt="">P. S. As I got older, I let my hair grow out and remember Camp taking that bottle off the back counter, turning it upside down on my head, and massaging that nasty greasy stuff in! YUCK!