May 1959, Age 6
May 1960, Aged 7 (In my best future-game-show-hostess pose.)
April 1961, Aged 8
January 1962, My 9th Birthday (There must have been a temporary lapse in Mom's diligence to 'keep my hair out of my eyes'.)
July 1962, Aged 9&1/2 (Scalped for the summer.)
December 1962, Almost 10 (Scalped through the winter.)
September 1963, Aged 10&1/2 (The Ugly Perm. Thanx, Mom.)
May 1964, Aged 11 (Very slowly recovering from the perm.)
June 1965, Aged 12 ( I think I did this to myself with curlers --no excuse except that it was the style)
July 1966, Aged 13 (Finally my hair is long which makes me wonder why I was about to get it cut.)
July 1966 (The next day, after the haircut -- at least it wasn't extreme.)
And from 1966 on my hair was long and straight for many, many years, as represented here, August 1972 when I was 19.
There were a few more haircuts when Gus was young. Never too short or severe. Except for one more horrible perm in 1985. I can't believe I did it -- again my only excuse is that it was the style -- really, even men got perms in the 80's. (I am so happy to say there are no digitalized photos of that perm; even if there were I would not admit to it.) And then in 1993 I turned 40 with long, straight hair. On my 40th birthday I was quietly sitting at my desk and one of the women I worked with approached me. This was one of my least favorite co-workers (and I'm sure that feeling was reciprocated) so I knew I was not going to get a simple Happy Birthday greeting. I didn't. Instead she said "Thank God you're 40. Now you'll have to get your hair cut because you are way too old to leave it long." Needless to say I did not take her advice. Other than some trims through the last 20 years, my hair has remained long and straight. I just looked for some recent photos of my hair but it occurred to me that I have, for most photo-worthy opportunities in the last few years, worn my hair pulled back and up. As in this photo with Rosie, taken this past August.
The best I could find is a photo from last October. This was taken at my 40th high school reunion. The photo was taken with other people at the reunion and I avoid posting pictures without permission so this is a cropped version. My hair was long and I was at least 35 pounds heavier than I am this October -- (I am giving myself permission to be proud of that fact).
So if you're wondering what inspired me to write this history of my hair, it's because yesterday I got my hair cut ... for the first time in well over 20 years. It's always been cut because my Mom had control or because I caved-in to trends. But this time I got my hair cut just because I wanted to. And it only took 59 years.