 It seems we were always doing something, you know the old saying, "what one didn't think of, the other one did"! I think this was true of us, and I'm going to tell you about the time she saved my life, if not my life, she surely saved me from some broken bones. As I told you earlier, our Dad was a barber, (among other things) and at this time, I think we were about 6 or 7 and his shop was in an old bank building with the high ceilings. As curious children are prone to do we wandered upstairs where the only heat was registers in the floor, so of course we had to investigate and took one off. I'm not quite sure how it happened but the next thing I knew, I was hanging through it holding on with my elbows and Gloria had ahold of my hair hanging on for dear life and screaming bloody murder until Dad came to the rescue. While I'm on the subject of Dad being a barber, I have to tell you that we always had a perfect haircut...and we absolutely hated it. He thought we should have just the tips of our ears showing and shingled up the back. Of course everyone else had that too and it was the famous "bob" but we wanted to have curls like Shirley Temple. We had that dreadful hairdo until we were old enough to run faster than he could, and to this day I feel naked without a lot of hair. ~continue~ Home |