Sunday, October 20, 2013

Full Circle


Entry No. 252

When I was a kid every other Sunday was hair day around our house.  My grandmother would wash my hair over the sink, very  professionally,  I might add.  She had a spray attachment and tray with a cradle for my neck.  Then, she would detangle, dry and press it with the hot comb. Today, as we sat on the porch as I detangled my grandmother's hair after washing it, we reminisced about how we had come full circle. There was one exception, though.  No scorched ears from the hot comb.





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