When we lived on the farm in Othello, Me and my brothers would get our hair cut at a family friend. the friend had a stepping stool you could sit on that brought you up much higher than a chair, and he would cut our hair.
Of course when we moved away from the farm, my Dad cut our hair. For many years we always received crew cuts, hair shaved right off. I remember some older kid on the bus liked to feel my head as he thought it felt good. But it was not fun going through life with only on option for a hair cut, buzzed all the way off, not even leaving a little on top.
From their my father graduated to the "Miracle Barber." You remember, "This message is not for barbers, this message is not for barbers." This was a device into which you put a razor blade. then the hair cutter could just slide the device across someone's hair, and it would cut the hair to the desired length. It failed miserable. There was no way to determining how long the hair would be at the end of the thing, and it always dragged, more pulling the hair out rather than cutting it off.
From there we graduated to the cheap barber in Smithfield, yes it was worth the drive (fifteen miles form Hyrum.) Here we received a professional haircut, but for some reason the Smithfield barber didn't charge very much.
And then there was visits to Uncle Marvin. If our visiting Grandmas coincided with a need for a haircut, Uncle Marvin would give them to us for free. Again his cut was professional, and it always included a back massage.
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