The older women used rinses instead of tinting their gray hair and would go to the beauty shop on a weekly basis to have their hair
rolled. Hairdressers were called Beauticians and wore white uniforms with a girdle, stockings and nurses shoes. What we call clients
today were called patrons back then. The permanents were harsh with ammonia, unlike the alkaline and acid waves we know of today. When
a head of hair was bleached, they wouldn’t think of putting the head under the dryer, but rather accepted the time allowed to bring
the lift up to the desired level needed. Afterwards, there was always a toner applied to neutralize the hair and be able to obtain the color wanted.
The 1950s are bygone, and with those years went many memories for some, of a more simpler nature of picket fences, playing marbles on
the sidewalk, housewives who were really housewives, double bubble gum and George Burns and Gracie Allen on television. This was a time,
that was without cell phones, computers, Ipods or DVDs. How could we exist in such an era today? There was less clutter and perhaps
more appreciation for the things they had, as the older people who came out of the war years; had a respectful gratitude for where
they were in that new life and their attitude would always be to repair a radio and take your shoes to the cobbler before they would ever consider buying something.
With all this, we say farewell to the hoola hoops, the music from The Platters, past presidents Harry and Ike, bobby socks and Bogie
and Bacall but, the ponytail lives on.
