Washing of the Hair

​Every picture tells a story ….mother who by now my readers will have a slightly jaundiced view , was /is a very charming woman . She treated her children with affection however  when it came to our personal hygiene her approach was like that of a warder in a panopticon …hair washing and cutting found you at the mercy of someone who changed into a hangmans daughter..with her fist clenched  your head was submerged deep into a soapy broth …she would abrade your scalp with a pumice stone …it was only when your youthfulness appeared to deplete would she yank you out …streaming with soap you gulped and gasped  preparing for your next immersion …you hair was deemed clean when she found most of your hair in her mauling hands and nolonger on your scalp …..hair cutting  followed  a similar path ..mothers affection was tempered by the knowledge that all things tend towards chaos and disord…hair was a barometer of parental influence….there was only one style …which included the ever precious cow lick …..

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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