Enjoyed the ladies and their snippy remarks. Funny, but sad too. Looking forward to learning more about Glenna and Lannie. You did a great job bringing this cast of characters to life.
Oh my... My mother was a hair dresser, a long-time denizen of a shop on Lawrence Avenue in Chicago from the end of the war until her internment in a tuberculosis hospital in the '40s and '50s. I wandered the corridors, retrieving discarded "Bobby pins" and going for coffee and doughnuts for the "girls" at the local coffee shop. Their banter demarked a wonderous feminine society of humor and banter with stories of tragedy, forbearance and survival. One of her customers, a young girl called "Sheri" became my partner for, now, 62 years and counting.
It seems I’ve stumbled into an area with which you’re very familiar, and you have such a positive spin on the “humor and banter” of what used to be a female domain.
Congratulations on meeting someone to spend so many years and so many wonderful experiences with. A beautiful story in itself.
It was a different era. These were women born at the end of WWI and raised in poverty, haunted by tragedy--some torn from their families in the Pale of Settlement, escaping revolution and pogroms. They were uneducated survivors with weltschmertz and the ability to live with humor and grace.
Love this line "My mother was an authority on ugly women", paints a picture in a single sentence.
I can tell you right now I like Glenna and empathize with her. (I never got along well with other women.)
Great voice...
Enjoyed the ladies and their snippy remarks. Funny, but sad too. Looking forward to learning more about Glenna and Lannie. You did a great job bringing this cast of characters to life.
Oh my... My mother was a hair dresser, a long-time denizen of a shop on Lawrence Avenue in Chicago from the end of the war until her internment in a tuberculosis hospital in the '40s and '50s. I wandered the corridors, retrieving discarded "Bobby pins" and going for coffee and doughnuts for the "girls" at the local coffee shop. Their banter demarked a wonderous feminine society of humor and banter with stories of tragedy, forbearance and survival. One of her customers, a young girl called "Sheri" became my partner for, now, 62 years and counting.
It seems I’ve stumbled into an area with which you’re very familiar, and you have such a positive spin on the “humor and banter” of what used to be a female domain.
Congratulations on meeting someone to spend so many years and so many wonderful experiences with. A beautiful story in itself.
It was a different era. These were women born at the end of WWI and raised in poverty, haunted by tragedy--some torn from their families in the Pale of Settlement, escaping revolution and pogroms. They were uneducated survivors with weltschmertz and the ability to live with humor and grace.