Great thread!
Just today, received this email from a friend who is probably old enough to be a father for most members!
He wrote me about his memories of going to the barber shop, post-WWII.
Many of us can certainly relate.
With his kind permission, sharing...
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"...When I was growing up I went to a barber shop in Moscow, Idaho. My folks took me initially. I suppose by the time I was ten years old I was there by myself while they did other shopping. As I recall there were 6 barber chairs.
I never got a barber to shave me there, and when I got old enough to shave I used an electric razor like my dad had. The kind that had flap doors on either side. When you finished shaving you opened the doors and slid a little round brush through to clean out the clipped hairs inside.
I remember each barber had a long strap of leather hanging from a shelf behind them, and that they used straight razors, 4” blade that folded back into a handle. I remember the barbers running hot water into their sink and soaking a white towel about 2’ square, then putting it over the face of the man they were going to shave. As I recall they leaned the chair back so the towel stayed on. As I recall they left it on for a couple of minutes or more. While waiting to moisturize the customers face they got out their cup with solid shaving cream in it, put some hot water in it then put their brush which they twirled around inside the cup to generate a lather. Next they took the towel off and slapped the straight razor up and down the leather belt fine tuning the sharpening.
I always found it a little scary to see the wide blade being moved around on a customers face with all their contours and wondered how they did not cut the customer.
When the barber was done he got the towel hot again with water and wiped the customers face clean of shaving cream.
I recall how my dad and I talked about one barber we called “Shaky" and thinking we’d never let him give us a shave. He was old when I first went to the barber shop in around 1948 and was still there when I left in 1961..."
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Just today, received this email from a friend who is probably old enough to be a father for most members!
He wrote me about his memories of going to the barber shop, post-WWII.
Many of us can certainly relate.
With his kind permission, sharing...
_______________________
"...When I was growing up I went to a barber shop in Moscow, Idaho. My folks took me initially. I suppose by the time I was ten years old I was there by myself while they did other shopping. As I recall there were 6 barber chairs.
I never got a barber to shave me there, and when I got old enough to shave I used an electric razor like my dad had. The kind that had flap doors on either side. When you finished shaving you opened the doors and slid a little round brush through to clean out the clipped hairs inside.
I remember each barber had a long strap of leather hanging from a shelf behind them, and that they used straight razors, 4” blade that folded back into a handle. I remember the barbers running hot water into their sink and soaking a white towel about 2’ square, then putting it over the face of the man they were going to shave. As I recall they leaned the chair back so the towel stayed on. As I recall they left it on for a couple of minutes or more. While waiting to moisturize the customers face they got out their cup with solid shaving cream in it, put some hot water in it then put their brush which they twirled around inside the cup to generate a lather. Next they took the towel off and slapped the straight razor up and down the leather belt fine tuning the sharpening.
I always found it a little scary to see the wide blade being moved around on a customers face with all their contours and wondered how they did not cut the customer.
When the barber was done he got the towel hot again with water and wiped the customers face clean of shaving cream.
I recall how my dad and I talked about one barber we called “Shaky" and thinking we’d never let him give us a shave. He was old when I first went to the barber shop in around 1948 and was still there when I left in 1961..."
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