Maggie is in the chair today for the Thursday Throwback bloghop.
This week’s prompt is: Transitions and Modifications
Below are Maggie’s guideline questions and my responses.
- Think about your first haircut. Were you the kid that cut your own hair? Did you go to a salon or did your parents cut your hair? Did your parents save a lock of your hair?
As a kid, everyone went to Mrs Sutton’s for their haircuts. We sat on a high stool with a curved hole in the seat in her kitchen, and regardless of your sex, all came out with the same haircut as it was the only one she could do.
This was me in 1964. As far as I know, no lock of hair was saved.
- How about shaving? Fathers often teach their sons to shave. Most girls I know, decided for themselves when to shave their legs and their underarms. Some cultures do not shave at all.
Don’t flinch, but I used my dad’s cut throat razor on my legs as it was the only one available. He could never understand why it was always blunt but I got pretty good at not cutting myself! Then I progressed to a little Nymph ladies razor which was good for underarms. It wasn’t until I was married that I had a ladyshave.
- Did you alter your clothes? Cut jeans into cut-offs? Cut the sleeves off t-shirts? Wear graphic tees? Tie-dyes? Sew patches on your jeans?
No. I hate sewing and had my sister’s handmedowns. I did embroidery though and remember carefully stitching the name of the cafe where I helped out in the holidays on a blue overall.
- Was there a time you remember challenging the authority in your household. Do you remember the first time you found your voice?
The only time I found my voice was following a row with my sister and I slapped her.
- What about piercings? Girls getting their ears pierced was a rite of passage for girls. Then boys started getting one ear pierced. As time passed, piercings became more mainstream and accepted.
I had my ears pierced one dinner time when I was 19. The boyfriend of the time was an ex Hells Angel and had both ears pierced. Mum used to shudder each time I twisted the sleepers for the first couple of weeks. Once was enough thank you.
- Did you walk on the wild side? Smoking? Drinking? Did your parents know?
I started smoking at 18 but never did in the house as my parents were disappointed rather than disapproving.
- What about tattoos? Did you get a tattoo while still living at home? Did your parents approve?
No tattoos until my radiotherapy of which I had to have 3 dots to be lined up. I only have one left now as the others were removed with my breast in 2019.
- What about language? Was swearing allowed in your family? Did you use the same language around your friends as you did at home with your family?
I did swear quite a bit, but nothing like the four letter words that are every other song lyric these days. When I’m really angry, my language might not be very ladylike.
- Think back to high school. Girls, did you iron your hair? Did you color your hair? (using Sun-in counts!) Guys, did you grow a beard or moustache? Did you grow your hair long? Feel free to share a photo of yourself back in the day.
I never ironed my hair as it was rarely long enough. My natural colour was dark brown, almost black, and I did have highlights once at a salon, but they didn’t take. I used to use a Henna rinse sometimes. My hair is halfway down my back now and going grey, but for my age, it’s actually not bad and in pretty good condition too.
left Dec 2016, right Oct 2019
- Many people think our authentic self is the person we were as young children. Are you still inherently the same person you were as a child or have you changed your personality and demeanor along the way?
I have changed an awful lot since I was a child. I still care about other people and animals, but my attitude has changed as I grew up very quickly in 1972 and had to stand on my own two feet.
Cute picture! You would have been 7 or 8 (because I was 7 or 8). I don’t have any individual pictures of myself at that age; they did group shots back then…
Ours were all individual until Grammar school. I hated Grammar school, but nothing to do with school photos!
When does grammar school start there? Back in the ’60’s here, grades 1-8 were considered grammar school…
Junior school was until aged 11, then we sat our 11 plus which determined grammar school (all girls or all boys) or secondary modern which was mixed. I may have done better there, though my grades weren’t that bad. Grammar was 7 years, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, lower 6th and upper 6th. I left on 1972 at the end of my fifth year and O levels. You studied for A levels as a 6th former. Not for me, I left and went straight into work at 16. Now te government moved he goalposts and those first two years no longer count towards a state pension, so mine is reduced accordingly. They didn’t announce that until after I was told I had to wait until I was 66 instead of 60 before I qualified.
Great responses, Di. I always love that photo when you post it. You were brave shaving your legs with that razor! Wow!! Thanks for joining us this week.
Great post …I know you don’t smoke now but I thought you might never of been one either 💜
I gave up when I was first married only to start again going through my divorce. I smoked quite heavily for several years so was relieved when my chest Xrays all came back clear last year. Hubby and I both quit in May 1991 so that we started married life as a non smoking couple. We’ve never regretted it and I have only had one puff which was at the Xmas party in 1991 and wondered what the hell I was doing!
I was grateful we both gave up too it really is a nasty habit 💜
Couldn’t afford it now, even if we wanted to!
Yes the price is astronomical!
£14 a pack!!!
Really I had no idea?! 🧐