Hair

I didn’t inherit my mother’s curly hair. I think it was a great disappointment to her because many of my early childhood memories have to do with her attempts to remedy that malady. At age three I sat on a booster chair so that my hair could be attached to one of those electric permanent wave machines. At five years I rode a bus from Oregon to Long Beach, California with my hair wound and wrapped in rag curls in preparation for meeting my new Dad. I think I have permanent ridges on my head from sleeping on metal curling rods all through high school. Then there were the bristle brush rollers, hot rollers, and finally a curling iron that tended to crisp up the ear lobes when accidentally touched. In the sixties I wore a wig to counteract the curl defeating humidity of the South. When straight hair was briefly in fashion, I couldn’t believe that anyone would actually iron their hair to make it straight. Now I don’t have to worry about straight hair or bad hair days. NO HAIR! The other good news is that hair grows back after the chemo treatments are finished, and according to Wendy at Tender Loving Hair, it grows back curly. Mother would be so happy.

…PLM