Holidays at Aunt Nelly's - part 2 by Domko

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Holidays at Aunt Nelly's - part 2
Before you start reading this story, I recommend reading Aunt Nelly's Vacation
My name is Michael. As a boy I lived only with my mother. When I was 11 years old, it was in 1972, I spent a month of vacation with Aunt Nelly. She was my mother's older sister. Aunt Nelly took me 2 times to Morrison barbershop, from which I left with a very short haircut. I never want to go to an old fashioned barber shop again. I was just looking forward to my hair growing back and I went to her hairdresser again with my mother.
At the beginning of the school year, three classmates who used to have short haircuts now had their hair grown and covered their ears. I, on the other hand, had long hair before the holidays and now I have short hair.
It's been about 7 weeks since my last haircut at Morrison barbershop and my hair was touching the top of my ears. I couldn't wait for the ears to be covered with hair again like they were before the holidays. It was a Thursday evening and my mother told me that I was too old to go to the ladies hair salon with her and that I would need to change my current hairstyle. At the same time, she told me that we will meet tomorrow in the city center near the shoe store at 3:00 p.m. I don't know what my mother wants to do with my hair, but she will probably take me to a nearby modern salon.
As instructed, I was at the shoe store. From a distance, I saw my mother walking with a man. When we met and greeted, the mother told the gentleman that I was her son Michael, and she told me that he was her colleague from work, Mr. Hawkins. In that, a boy I saw at school who was a year older than me joined us. His name is Jake. His hair was about as short as mine. I thought we would say goodbye to Mr. Hawkins and his son and go with my mother to a nearby fashion salon. Well, we went on, I met Jake and we talked about how we spent the holidays. I didn't even realize that we stopped at the old-fashioned Williams barber shop. My mother started pushing me to the barbershop, and Mr. Hawkins and Jake followed us. We sat down on the waiting chairs. I wanted to quietly tell my mother to go away, but my mother told me to sit and wait until it was my turn.
The barber was about 55 years old, a slim tall man, he was wearing a cloak. He was cutting an elderly man's hair. There was another elderly man sitting on the waiting chair. On the walls were several old paintings of men's and boys' hairstyles. There were several newspapers and magazines on the small table. I started to think which of my classmates goes here to Williams barbershop, but I couldn't remember.
When the barber called another one, my mother grabbed my hand and said it was my turn to go sit in the barber's chair. When I sat down and the barber wrapped me in a sheet, the familiar question was asked: How do we cut this boy's hair. I was waiting for my mother to be with me and say, as before with her hairdresser, to adjust it a little. I looked in the mirror and saw that the mother was sitting on the waiting chair and was asking Jake something. Behind me stood Mr. Hawkins who told the barber: give him a classic kid's haircut like the one in the picture.
I wanted to say that it should not be short, but the barber was already pushing my head to the left side. He turned on his clippers and used it to cut the hair on his right temple. He bent my ear and made an inch-wide arc around it with the trimmer. He did the same on the left side. He pushed my head forward and started cutting the hair from the neck to the back. He then cut the hair short on the top of my head and straightened the hair in the front about 2 inches above my eyebrows. Then he began to make a gradual transition from the small stubble to the hair on the top of the head. When he brushed my hair from the sheets with a brush, he applied white cream around my ears and the back of my head, which he scraped off with a razor. He wiped the remaining cream on a towel. He applied some liquid to the top of my head and combed the hair about 3/4 inch long on the top of my head.
When I got up from the chair, I began to rub the back of my head and examined with my hand how short my haircut was. The mother paid for my haircut but sat down again in the waiting chair and talked to Mr. Hawkins who told the barber that his son Jake was going to get a classic kid's haircut as well. When the barber cut him and freed him from under the sheet I could see that he had 4 inches of white skin above his shirt collar, then a gradual transition to the top of his head. We all waited for his father while the barber cut his hair. When I looked at Jake's haircut, I guessed that about 4 classmates have such a haircut, and I assumed that they also go to Williams barber shop. Others with short haircuts go to another old-fashioned barbershop.
After leaving the barbershop, we all went for dessert. I checked my hairstyle at home. My head was identical to Jake's. I told my mother that I don't want to go to the Williams barber shop anymore, but to a fashion salon. After all, now 11 boys in the class have long hair and only 8 have a short haircut similar to me now. Well, mother said that now Mr. Williams is my new barber. Jake is scarier than you and has no problem with this hairstyle. Jake and his dad go to Williams barbershop every 3 weeks and I will go too. I started crying and screaming that I don't want short hair. Well, I didn't convince my mother, and on Friday 3 weeks later, Jake and I got a classic baby haircut at Williams barber shop

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