tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post115772404829326690..comments2023-06-19T06:49:21.735-05:00Comments on I remember....: Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314638969031894375noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1157998824429445522006-09-11T13:20:00.000-05:002006-09-11T13:20:00.000-05:00What a fun memory for all of you.What a fun memory for all of you.layne (herman)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01641768245607761081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1157827444954987432006-09-09T13:44:00.000-05:002006-09-09T13:44:00.000-05:00Sounds like what we used to do with my Grandpa's h...Sounds like what we used to do with my Grandpa's hair when we were little... he would always keep a comb in his pocket for just such an occasion, and sometimes we would get out the hair clippies... Ah yes, age 8... those were some good times.canadiangirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12570632753697516997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1157818938287250232006-09-09T11:22:00.000-05:002006-09-09T11:22:00.000-05:00I used to style my dads hair. Didn't use curlers ...I used to style my dads hair. Didn't use curlers but I had this whole kid styling set that I would use on him. Not much hair to style, but it was sure fun trying to do something with it. From the sound of it, I'd say your dad probably enjoyed his hockey night experiences with his daughters as much as ya'll did....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1157726999250526252006-09-08T09:49:00.000-05:002006-09-08T09:49:00.000-05:00Although I don't remember actually doing that with...Although I don't remember actually doing that with my dad..the whole scene seems very familiar, like I could have if I'd thought of it. Hockey night in Canada was my favorite night of the week for some reason. My dad always sat in a big easy chair and I mostly just curled up in his lap and listened to his heart beating, and tried to match my breathing to his. Saturday night was "bath night" and when we'd had our bath and were in our jammies, then dad would pop popcorn in this handy little shaker thing over the fire. Mmmm...smokey popcorn....toomanywhatifshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07904313886900469636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1157724501332335072006-09-08T09:08:00.000-05:002006-09-08T09:08:00.000-05:00Paula;This triggered a long lost memory of me watc...Paula;<BR/>This triggered a long lost memory of me watching my grandfather shaving....your words evoked such rich imagery of the smell of his soap in the cup - the texture of the little hair brush he used to make a lather, and the funny expressions he made while moving his face to prepare for the razor.<BR/>LOVE your honesty and openness as you share these slices of your life experience. I have so many holes in my head in regards to my own memories, like a box of slides that got dumped and are now all out of order, with some forever damaged or lost. Many times your words have triggered some long missing glimpse of a cobweb idea that then suddenly blooms out into full memory. Priceless! <BR/>Keep them words a coming!Belladonnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13704410443745252997noreply@blogger.com