Christmas Club - Tales of Christmas PastA story for Sian's Christmas Club post.
This is one of the very few Christmas photos that we have. Film was expensive in those days and mistakes couldn't be rectified like you can now with digi photos.
It was Christmas day 1965 and the things that stands out is my short hair. In those days we lived in a very small town and children were allowed a lot more independence. We could go to the shop for a packet of tea without our parents fearing that danger was around every corner.
Back to the hair. Prior to this photo I had waist length hair that my Grandma used to wet every morning and curl into long ringlets. She would then take two and tie them onto the top of my head with a large, and I mean large, white bow. She thought I looked gorgeous! At school the boys always said I had, now please excuse the horrible description, 'dog's turds' on my head - a mean way of describing my tumbling ringlets!
Well, not long before Christmas my mum gave me the money to take myself off to the hairdressers for a trim. I don't know what came over me but with the words 'dog's turds' ringing in my ears, I asked for my hair to be cut short. As I was known for being a good girl the hairdresser did as I asked because it must have been what my mum wanted as I would never have been so naughty! As soon as the first snip was made I knew I was going to be for it when I got home.
My mum's first words were "Your Dad will kill you", not literally, obviously but he did have a very loud shout when necessary. I went to bed early that night, before he got home from work and when he came to kiss me good night, I was pretending to be asleep but had on my anorak (do you remember those - for younger readers they can best be described as a quilted hoodie, made from synthetic material and they usually came in dark green, blue or brown (mine was dark green). Back to the anorak, not only did I have it on but all anoraks had a string with toggles through the hood so that you could pull them tight in adverse weather conditions. So of course I had my hood up and the string pulled so tight that all you could see was my eyes and nose. Dad, of course, had been warned my mum what to expect and didn't buy my story that I had my anorak on because I was so cold in bed.
Obviously, he didn't kill me but he was so disappointed that the surprise haircut was the only one I had for the next few years - until my hair was down to my waist once more, in fact when I was 14 I could actually sit on my hair it was so long.
Reasons to be cheerful:-
1. How easily photos can bring back long forgotten stories.
2. A carefree childhood where we could wander the fields and streets in complete safety.
3. Anoraks that kept you warm and hid unplanned haircuts.