Saturday, August 26, 2017

I was almost a Flower Child


First just a brief background on this story.
In 9th grade a teacher entered my life who taught me so many valuable lessons in life.
Her name was Miss Kilby she was my homeroom teacher and my home economics teacher 9-12th grades.
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My mama was a good cook; however, she was the baby of 7 children.  She was born when
Annie Ma (her mother) was 44 years old. Needless to say by the time Mama was old enough to learn to cook Annie Ma was worn out no time for cooking lessons then.  Mama cooked basics.
Miss Kilby taught me about food, nutrition, how to prepare healthy food, and how to plan a weekly menu.  To this day I still use what I learned.   I have an Excel grocery list in order of how the grocery store is laid out.  On the back of the list is my weekly menu
 (FYI: yes I am a wee bit OCD purrsonality.)  My spice rack for the most part is alphabetized too). 
Miss Kilby also taught me how to make sew.

Miss Kilby was Senior Class Adviser the year I was a senior.
She made our senior year so exciting and filled with fun.
At the end of my senior year in high school, Miss Kilby received a job offer in San Francisco.


Now for the rest of the story:
1968 was a big year for me!
 My hubby and I started dating in March of 1968.

In September 1968, I am  just a few months shy of completing my education at
Hardbarger Junior Business School.  Little did I know but Miss Kilby had married, was not teaching any more.  She and her husband had started a import/export company in San Francisco.  She had been keeping up with me. She sent me a letter telling me about her company.  In the letter, she invited me to come to San Francisco to work as the office manager of their company. 
She said if I accept their offer I could live with them until I was comfortable enough in  San Francisco to live on my own. Needless to way I was flabbergasted and honored and just so very surprised. 
REMEMBER this was 1968 San Francisco invited 
all to come out and told us we could wear a flowers in our hair.  
 Everyday SF made news even over here on the EAST COAST.
Of course my parents were in total shock at the wonderful offer and they actually loved Miss Kilby as much as I did.....
BUT DEAR FRIENDS there was no way on this EARTH they would let me move to 
San Francisco at the tender age of 19 1/2.  I graciously declined the offer and Miss Kilby was very understanding.

Along about the same time give or take a month or so my now hubby was offered a job in San Francisco as an auditor at a large company.  
It wasn't until many months later that we told each other about or job offers.
Needless to say we were both totally astonished at each other's news.
He was 24 at the  time and could have easily moved to SF...but thankfully he chose to stay in 
North Carolina.

I never once regretted not moving (not that I had a choice at the time).
In the mid 80's we stopped in San Francisco on the way to Hawaii.
Our daughter said SF was her favorite city.
Life happens as it is supposed to happen.
However, it is rather interesting how San Francisco kept popping into our lives.

Wonder if I would have owned a Flower Mobile

I'm 100% sure I would never have worn flowers in my hair...they make me sneeze.


Her offer gave me such a great confidence boost as time approached for me start my job interviews.    She was an inspiration all through high school and after.
If I'm ever asked who was my favorite teacher or what person inspired you the most in life,
my answer is always
MISS KILBY

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Hair dos: Frosted

In 1965 all the girls I knew were frosting/highlighting their hair either at home or the hair salon.
It was another one of those"everyone is doing it" conversations with my parents.
My parents didn't have a clue what frosting was all about. They didn't even realize that one of my aunt's hair was frosted until I told them.  My hope was this would work in my favor.
Daddy asked his sister about the procedure and if it was safe for my hair.  She told him she would talk to her hair stylist about it.  The verdict was back.  The hair stylist told my aunt if a person's hair had even a tinge of red natural coloring in it that frosting that hair would basically turn the hair a kind of orange color.  I had natural red highlights in my hair...I lost that battle.  When talking to my
friends about the procedure, I  learned it was a bit of an ordeal and could be painful.
Of course 1965 no Google so no way to find out any information.
I knew the hair had to be pulled through something but not what or how.

Today Google tells me a frosting kit contains

1. Metal tipping needles

2. Bleed proof inner liner 

Seems my parents did KNOW BEST!! My mom never put any type of coloring or highlighting on her hair.


Description

Circled tipping guides for highlighting
Double stitched visor prevents drips
Includes needle
  • 6 Pieces
  • Kit Includes 4 Caps Plus Metal Tipping Needle,
  • Double Stitched Construction,
  • Bleed-Proof Inner Liner,
  • Perforated Outer Liner,
Now fast forward to the late 1990's early 2000.  My mom and I were having lunch one day.  She asked me if I had noticed that I had NUMBER (her words) of gray hairs popping up here and there.  She particularly noticed that I had a gray streak running right down the center of my bangs. 
 She goes on to say I've been having my hair dresser put a rinse on my hair to cover my gray.  Have you thought about trying it?  My reply was No I haven't.  I burst out laughing while reminding when I wanted to have frosting/highlights done years ago, it was not allowed and that I actually liked how my hair was graying. It was the frosted look I had always wanted and it was a nice silver gray....and most of all FREE, painless and no chance of bleeding with my natural frosting/highlighting.  She eventually discovered the rinse she was using on her hair quickly washed out after a few shampoos. I think my gray hair made her feel old. LOL
 Eventually we both had naturally silver highlights.




Saturday, August 12, 2017

Hair dos

.....are a big deal to all females no matter their age.

As a teenager, I was always on a mission to find the next big product to enhance my hair. 
Around about age 13 many of my friends were always talking about
rinsing their hair in beer.  Evidently after this drenching one's  hair was shiny, luscious and manageable their hair.  I was itching to try this but alas there was no beer in our house.
 I had resigned myself to the fact that my hair would never be as shiny, luscious or manageable
as my friend's hair. One late hot afternoon, I came home from school to find that the men Daddy hired to pour a cement slap at our garage door had finished the 2 day job.
I decided to go check things out. As I approached, I noticed they had left lunch trash in the area including a BEER can. I picked it up to find it had not been opened and judging by the
hot can it had been there awhile.  Oh lucky days I had a can of beer I could use on my hair.
I had approximately 3 hours to wash, rinse and  roll and dry my hair.
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For all you youngsters reading this is how we dried our hair when I was a teen
This was my least favorite dryer because I used really large rollers and it was hard to get
this bonnet over all of them.


Thankfully we finally purchased a table top version of what the beauty salons used

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I knew nothing about beer or how it smelled nor did I even think about it being HOT BEER.  I wasn't sure how much to use so I went with more is better the entire can..  
Let me just say there was not enough shampoo in the house to get that nasty hot beer smell out of my hair.  The house smelled like a brewery!!
 I watched the clock ticktocking away while waiting for my parents to come home,  I knew I was up the creek with a holes in my boat and no paddle.  5 o'clock came and I heard Daddy pull in the drive way. He walked in the house sniffed a bit and bellowed do I smell beer and where did it come from and did you drink it.  I told him my pitiful story....he tried his best not to laugh but I could tell he was about the explode with laughter.  He said well what have you learned?
My reply was, I hate beer!  To this day I still cannot stand the smell of beer.
As for the workman drinking on the job and leaving the beer at the job site...let me just say
their boss got an ear full and to the best of my recollection Daddy paid for the materials for the concrete slab but not the labor.


Too bad we didn't have Google back in the 1960's it would have saved me a lot of grief.
This is what I found and for sure there were not any shampoos back then fragrant enough to cut the smell of hot beer.

Raise your hand if you have your very own hair do story.

“For a hygienically acceptable application, at the end of a shower, pour a flat beerover your hair straight from your roots,” says Mena. “Let it sit for 3-4 minutes andrinse with cold water to increase shine. To avoid the stench that can come with beer, follow-up with a fragrant conditioner.” 

Hair dos
to be continued

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Telling time

Raise you hand if you remember watches and clocks with real numbers 
not LCD or digital green numbers!! Ahhhhhhh come on don't be shy
just because you were born before 1970 is not a crime nor does it mean you are dinosaur, it just means you know how to tell time correctly.  I remember learning to tell time and it was a bit
of a struggle but I learned.  It was kind like learning the multiplication table you just had to stick with it and commit it to memory.  

Our daughter was born in 1971.  
 By 3ish she knew her numbers up to 20. By 4 or 4 1/2 she wanted to learn to tell time. So we worked on it at home learning on the hour, quarter hour and half hour on a clock with numbers.  She caught on quickly so we talked about shopping for her first watch.  She wanted an LCD...like her friends had.  We were skeptical but we did look at all styles.  I'll never forget when she and her Daddy were looking at an LCD/Digital clock with this time on it

He asked her what time it was....to which she replied and I quote

"one one dot dot one one"
It was at that moment we knew she would not be getting an LCD/digital watch. 
Yep she learned to tell time totally and perfectly on a watch with numbers.  At the time, she probably thought we were just being mean.  She finally got a digital watch at about 7 or 8 years of age. When asked the time, she would say Eleven minutes after eleven or 
Eleven, Eleven.
To this day anytime we see a clock with 
11:11 on it the memories are sweet.
None of us own a digital watch
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 The summer before 4th grade, we told her she had to memorize the multiplication table.  She said "none of her friends have to do that in the summer." Anytime I said 'none of my friends have to do that, or all my friends are doing thus and so' to my mom she always asked me, "if all your friends were jumping off a roof would you do that too?" I asked her that very question, I got a crazed look but she did memorize the multiplication table that summer. Needless to say she was beaming, when she found on the first day of school that memorizing the multiplication table was required. 




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