The barber "business" has changed a lot since I was kid. Now many men go to hair stylists and even if you go to a real barber shop because of health regulations you no longer may be able to get a shave with a real straight razor.
If you are an "old timer" did you get a real shave with a straight razor in a barber shop?
Here is what happened to me.
I was approaching my 16th birthday. The year was 1958. My mother asked my uncle to take me to his barber and get a "decent" haircut for my birthday. My uncle and I walked along Hillside Avenue until we reached his barber shop. It was not a large place - there were five chairs in the shop and since it was a Saturday morning the place was filled. We sat in the waiting area reading old magazines when it was my turn. I sat in one chair and my uncle sat in the chair next to me. After my haircut was finished, including shaving the back of my neck with a real straight, my uncle told the barber "give the kid a decent shave." I had not shaved for two days and my beard even at that age was fairly full.
The next thing I knew was my chair went from a sitting to a reclining position. The barber wet my face and neck and applied some white cream and gently massaged it in. I don't know what this elixir was but it had the same smell as Noxema skin cream. Next, he went to this odd contraption and pulled out a hot towel which he wrapped around my face and neck. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes the hot towel came off. My face and neck were red and looked like I had gotten sun burn. During this period I could hear the barber stropping the razor against the leather strop. Next he used a lather machine to apply lather and began shaving me. The first thing that surprised me was there were no nicks or cuts. When I shaved myself I invariably cut myself. (The no pressure rule was one I had not heard of.) He used two passes and then with a towel took off any remaining lather. Next came some WH and talcum powder and I was finished.
I felt happy and proud of my experience and felt old beyond my years. The experience may have made me think I was a hot shot and may have contributed to my buying my first pack of cigarettes. But that's another matter.
If you are an "old timer" did you get a real shave with a straight razor in a barber shop?
Here is what happened to me.
I was approaching my 16th birthday. The year was 1958. My mother asked my uncle to take me to his barber and get a "decent" haircut for my birthday. My uncle and I walked along Hillside Avenue until we reached his barber shop. It was not a large place - there were five chairs in the shop and since it was a Saturday morning the place was filled. We sat in the waiting area reading old magazines when it was my turn. I sat in one chair and my uncle sat in the chair next to me. After my haircut was finished, including shaving the back of my neck with a real straight, my uncle told the barber "give the kid a decent shave." I had not shaved for two days and my beard even at that age was fairly full.
The next thing I knew was my chair went from a sitting to a reclining position. The barber wet my face and neck and applied some white cream and gently massaged it in. I don't know what this elixir was but it had the same smell as Noxema skin cream. Next, he went to this odd contraption and pulled out a hot towel which he wrapped around my face and neck. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes the hot towel came off. My face and neck were red and looked like I had gotten sun burn. During this period I could hear the barber stropping the razor against the leather strop. Next he used a lather machine to apply lather and began shaving me. The first thing that surprised me was there were no nicks or cuts. When I shaved myself I invariably cut myself. (The no pressure rule was one I had not heard of.) He used two passes and then with a towel took off any remaining lather. Next came some WH and talcum powder and I was finished.
I felt happy and proud of my experience and felt old beyond my years. The experience may have made me think I was a hot shot and may have contributed to my buying my first pack of cigarettes. But that's another matter.