06/30/2025
Memoirs of an ETA 6.30.25
Francine told me to tell the story about the first time I colored my hair jet black, and I will tell that story at another time. But definitely, a chapter just on my hair would be a list of stories to laugh and reflect.
Elvis, as a young man in Memphis, had a beautiful head of hair that he combed, primped, and jelled. As I’m reading in “Elvis; What Happened?” his hair made him stand out, which sometimes got him into trouble with jealous boyfriends and rednecks who just wanted to pick a fight.
I had crew cuts given by my dad until my sisters insisted that he no longer cut my hair. But I grew it out longer than some, and in the early 70s, long hair seemed cool. I admired the Beatles and other rock bands, though I never grew it too long, as my hair would frizz out and not lay flat like I wanted.
I never colored my hair, even though I was going grey in my early 40s. I started playing in a cover band and was growing my hair out a little more. My principal at the time said I was looking more like a band member than a teacher.
To be continued
