Childish ways — 11 Comments

  1. Oh yes….all of our mothers “licked” us but our mother made us wet the hanky with our spit! (She’d had TB and was ultra careful about infection.) But the process was the same, and the “you’ll do” verdict was pronounced! Happy days!

  2. Ha, ha. I swore I would never do that to the boys but have once when no wipes or face cloth were available and I was out and about. I am fussy about the clothes and the shoes though. lol

  3. My youngest uncle passed on this wisdom to me when I was young which is kind of related to your post.
    Far from going out looking completely spic and span, he advised entering the bar, dance, social occasion with the label of your jumper sticking up out the back. This would provide the excuse for girls to notice, take pity on you and then tuck the label back in out of sight. By which time any ice would be broken and conversation and contact begun.
    I wonder would that still work these days, or have girls grown tired of the feigned inadequacies approach?

  4. BW,

    I think the ‘helpless male’ syndrome probably no longer works. Equality includes expecting men to be able to dress!

  5. Ian….Haha yeah I remember your wavy hair from years ago,but then I guess you didn’t have your hair cut in Harveys in Langport…why was my fringe always at 30 degrees?????!!!!! what I would give for some hair to plaster down now though!!!!!!

  6. My mum worked in Harvey’s – but before your time! Wasn’t he called Bow?

    My dad used to take me to Charlie Coe’s when I was young.

  7. I cannot remember his name, I remember that he had the little paper shop down on the corner opposite the Post Office and the hairdressers part the way up Langport Hill,both premises an aladdins cave of clutter, and the plank that he put across the arms of the barbers chair so I was sat high enough for him to cut my hair……I went to Charlie Coe’s once, I seem to remember he used to give a really close cut…………I can remember your Mum doing peoples hair at home……

  8. I think his name was ‘Bob’; ‘Bow’ came from his gait!

    My memory of Charlie Coe was of a dapper man with cigarette in his mouth and clippers at the ready.

    Mum did some home hairdressing up until fairly recent times.

  9. I remember the ‘spit and polish’, the ‘pride feels no pain’ as mammy tugged at the tangles in my hair and polishing the shoes… all eight pairs from daddy’s Lee boots through to my sisters little pair. Once satisfied we lined up all eight pairs in a row in the hall ready for going to church on a Sunday!

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