sippyjug104 Loc: Missouri

Having a completely bald head myself, I can relate to a dandelion that has lost its seeds to the wind.

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robertjerl Loc: Corona, California

But dandelions are supposed to lose those seeds. Use homo types are supposed to keep that fur to protect our head from hot sun or cold weather.

sippyjug104 Loc: Missouri

The only advantage I've found so far is that it's easy to wipe the rain off my head compared to having wet hair.

robertjerl Loc: Corona, California

Like when I was a kid, every summer all the boys got crew cuts or full on military buzz jobs for the hot humid weather. Use the same wash cloth for your face and hair, no shampoo needed.

sippyjug104 Loc: Missouri

Thanks for bringing back the memory of being young in the summer. My Mom would send me up the corner to
"Red, the Barber" for my crew cut the day after school would let out for the summer. We lived in a rural area and I would spend a lot of my time in the creek, fields and the woods and Mom would look me over for ticks when I would come in for dinner which is why she had my hair cut.

robertjerl Loc: Corona, California

I split my time between town (major metro area=pop 750) and my Grandparent's farm three miles out of town.

Roaming the town with my buddies and our BB guns as hired guns to chase the blackbirds and starlings away that pooped on everyone's yard furniture and cars.
Roaming the farm and the neighbors' farms with my friend fishing in the ponds etc. A good knife, matches, and a wrapped salt shaker in my pocket + dead wood from a tree = fresh fish for lunch.
Or sometimes up in the hayloft of the stock barn with a book and a few farm cats to pet while reading a book in a nest of hay - while it rained. Usually with the access door open so I could watch the rain and the birds could get in to perch on the beams and rafters.

one shot Loc: Pisgah Forest NC

What a wonderful visual memory. My salt shaker was for the corn, cucumbers, turnips, tomatoes, etc. in the garden. Riding the mule bareback. Biscuits from a wood cook stove with country butter. I've got some cured ham - know what I'm having for supper!

Dixiegirl Loc: Alabama gulf coast

Hopefully your head isn't adorned with evenly spaced holes, Sippy. 😁 Beautiful shot!

Blenheim Orange Loc: Michigan

You gotta be kidding. We had a "Red, the Barber" back in the day in Detroit, too. Maybe it was a franchise?

Mike

robertjerl Loc: Corona, California

My grandfather always put a few tomato plants around every field on the farm - corn, tobacco etc, tomato plants in each of them. Then when ripe tomatoes started to appear he wrapped a salt shaker and put it in his pocket. Stop for a break, pick a tomato or two, walk over and rinse in the creek (city types will freak at that idea), sprinkle with salt and eat them like an apple. Break over and back to work.

robertjerl Loc: Corona, California

My Grandfather sold hams on contract to "Hickory Farms of Ohio" - his went as "Extra Fancy Grade-A". A salesman who tasted his ham in the family Dentist's office just after Christmas one year drove out to the farm to ask about his smoking and curing methods - Granddad gave the man the whole process and decades later while visiting Nashville my Dad found a business in Tennessee that was selling hams that tasted like his father made. He asked where they learned to do hams like that. The owner, an old man (the salesman actually) came out and told him the story of how he got the recipe and ended with I think his name was Perkins, outside a small town in Kentucky named Barlow. Dad reached out to shake his hand and told him "That was my father." The old man teared up and told him that Granddad's generosity in sharing had made him a successful businessman producing and selling "country hams". Every year until his health failed and he passed away Dad got hams from the man and sent them to everyone in the family for Christmas for over 10 years

one shot Loc: Pisgah Forest NC

You sure have some wonderful stories.

Blenheim Orange Loc: Michigan

I used to walk through the orchard first thing every morning on the way to work eating whatever was ripe right off the tree - apricots, nectarines, peaches, cherries, plums, pears, apples, and always lots of cane fruit... I sure miss that.

Mike

robertjerl Loc: Corona, California

Oh, yes, and a big vegetable garden and orchard next to the farm house, three kinds of apples, pears and cherry trees covering over an acre and another acre plus of vegetables. Nothing like a meal of 3-5 kinds of vegatables that had been on the plant that morning or the day before. With fresh baked cornbread and home grown pork or chicken.

Each spring the first thing Granddad plowed and harrowed was the garden. Grandma would have ordered seeds (plus she had some she liked saved and dried) from the catalog and the mailman would deliver them, along with huge cardboard travel boxes of baby chicks (100-200 every spring). So then it was planting time.

Those baby chicks, they had a shed 16'x16' with a concrete floor and a brick furnace that burned coal and wood in the middle to warm it and the chicks lived in there until big enough to go outside. She would start fires in the furnace about three days before the chicks were delivered so the whole concrete floor and the inside walls would be warm. One year the hatchery got her order mixed up with someone else's and the rural route mail carrier brought them a week early. Chick house cold as could be. Granddad used large 18" planks to fence off the corner behind the wood stove that heated the dinning room and the chicks went in there for three days and two nights until the chick house was warm enough. Now those baby chicks would do a pile on so the ones on top could hop out. I rode the school bus out to the farm two days in a row and did my homework at the dining table - and caught and corralled chicks making a getaway. Good thing they went to sleep early and didn't do any midnight jail breaks.

sippyjug104 Loc: Missouri

Our barber had red hair so I suspect that's why he went by "Red". I haven't been to a barber in over 50-years and I can still remember the scent of the colon and the "powder" that he would put on me as he would brush me off.