Emotions are going crazy. Daddy had such beautiful hair all of his life. Giving him a haircut was a sacred ritual that started with the move to Washington. He would talk away as though we were in a barber shop, often talking about Mother after she died. I did notice that over the years, when sweeping the floor afterwards, there was less and less dark hair. The pay was always the same: he kissed the barber! After he moved Cody, this is one of the things that I missed the most. Don't know why, but I love Dad's hats. A man's hat becomes part of his personality. He would encourage me to try them on and then say how great the look. This particular hat, I still have. I have never seen either picture, ever. They go to the head of list of new valuables. Thank you very much, Elizabeth.
What a happy way to start the day. It feels like another visit to the past that tugs at the heart. Thank you!
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