12-12-08...ANOTHER HAIR CUT!!
I told you about cutting my Brothers hair. But I didn't stop at that. Heck no! My hair was curly and long and bushy. Daddy didn't want it cut and Mama couldn't even get the brush through it, so it was a constant battle. When It got so long I had to get it out of the way so I could sit down I decided to do something about it. YEP! I'll cut it myself. Brenda wouldn't help me this time. Nothing I said would convince her to help me. I was on my own except!!! Yep, My brother would help me. I got some scissors (not pinking shears this time) and grabbed Norman and off we went to the back porch. I started on the front and top and sides where I could get to it and Norman was being my eyes. Sister (he called me sister then) thats short enough up there. OK Now Norman you will have to help me on the rest. Get a wad of hair in your hand and pull it around here so I can reach it. I knew at some time in the procedure that I should have got a mirror but was afraid to go back inside where Mama would see me. I knew Mama wanted my hair cut but I also knew she wouldn't want me to do the cuttin' Nope! Well we were doing OK (SURE WE WERE) till Norman pulled my hair trying to reach it to me and I yelped. Here come Mama and the look on her face was comical to me. BUT NOT FOR LONG!!! NOPE! I wiped that giggle away when she gave me "THE LOOK". It was instant quiet and still. Oh Clydene What am I gonna do with you? I didn't say a word and neither did Norman. I was tryin' to look innocent and angelic but somehow knew it wasn't working on Mama.
Mama stood me up and examined me. Took a comb and tried to fix it. No Way, No How. It was ruined and I was scared spitless. She got her purse and took my hand and said lets go. Where Mama? The Look again. But Mama, this time the look worked. Come on Norman. Shoot fire he was ready to go, I was the one in trouble, not him.
We went out and started walking up the RR track beside our house. I had all kinds of thoughts in my head, but two of the looks from Mama had shut me up good and tight. My mouth wasn't a openin'! We got off the track at the crossing and walked up the road, right on past Wallace Key's grocery store and the Post office, right on over the Denning hill and down toward Altus. About mid-ways Mama sterred us in to a big white house where we walked right on in the side door. I was thinkin' Mama must not know what she's doin'. Heck fire I knew you don't walk in a persons house without knockin'. The woman inside said "Well Howdy Lucille". Howdy (I can't remember her name to save my life right now) can you do something with Clydene's hair? She looked at me and almost giggled. I guess Mama musta' give her the look too cause' she wiped that grin off her face. There was a chair in the room and over it was a bunch of wires coming down all around it. Come on honey and let me take a look she said. Well now let me tell you I wasn't going to get in that chair with all them wires, heck no( I thought, no tellin' what she'sa' gonna' do to me.) My quiet angelic demeanor went by the wayside right then and there. YEP! NO, Mama I'm scared, don't make me go! By then I thought Mama was gonna' let that woman hurt me or sumpthin'. What's wrong with you Clydene? She is gonna cut your hair, come on now. Mama picked me up and carried me to a chair in front of a mirror, not the wired up chair, and I relaxed a little. She cut my hair off past all the places where I had cut. Oh Clydene I love it she said. Mama had a pleased look on her face to but I knew I'd still be in trouble.
When Daddy got home that evening I was standing out on the front porch. When he got up close to me he had a surprised, horrified look on his face. He kept lookin' at me but Daddy wasn't smiling like he usually did. Mama said from the door, Come on in here you two and Clydene's got some explainin' to do. Daddy was still lookin at me funny. We sat at the kitchen table where Norman was waiting for supper. Mama said, Now Clydene tell Your Daddy what happened today. It took a few promptings from Mama but I got it all out. Daddy was still lookin bewildered and staring at me. Finally he said, My gosh Lucille, I didn't even recognise Clydene for a minute. Didn't recognise My Own daughter. Daddy seemed hurt and I didn't understand until much later why he was so quiet about it. I didn't get a tannin like I'd thought I would, but did get a good talking to. Daddy didn't want my hair cut but I think after he saw it he really liked it. Yep! You'd think I'd never cut my own hair again wouldn't you? Not so, While I never did again while I was growing up, I still get an urge and do it now. Yep! Sure do!!!!! Same as then I have to go get it straightened out by someone who knows what they are doing. YEP!!!
