Return from vacation in 1975 - Part 2 by Jajko

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I recommend reading the previous part (Back from vacation in 1975)
When I was 13 years old, I was returning with my father from a holiday at Uncle Monty's. My car broke down in a small town and my father sent me to the local barber shop to get a haircut before the school year started. At the Morrison barbershop, the barber gave me the shortest haircut of my life. My mother didn't like my new hairstyle very much, but my father told her that he only sent me to get a haircut and I chose the hairstyle myself. According to him, I want to have short hair, I just don't know how to tell my parents.
My drastic haircut just before the start of the school year resulted in several days of ridicule from my classmates. I didn't want to experience anything like that. But gradually my hair grew.
It's been about 5-6 weeks since my last haircut and my hair is already covering the tips of my ears. On Saturday morning, my father told me that we would go to the city center for shopping. I went shopping with him on Saturdays.
We drove to the city center together. The father stopped the car near the Williams barber shop. I asked him if he was going to get a haircut, but my father replied that we would both get haircuts today. We got out of the car and I started protesting that I don't have long hair yet and I don't want to go to Williams barber shop. But my father did not respond to my complaints, he grabbed me by the neck and put his hand on my shoulder. He told me: Adam, don't make trouble, I know you need a haircut. Then he pushed me into the barber shop in front of him.
We entered the barbershop, greeted each other and sat down on the waiting chairs. An elderly gray gentleman was sitting in the barber's chair. On the waiting chairs were other older guys and a mother with two young sons. I assumed they were 6 and 8 years old. The older of the boys begged his mother not to cut his hair, because he would be laughed at on Monday. To that, his mother replied that I, too, am going to get a haircut at the Williams barbershop and I am much older. The son replied that I would definitely not get a haircut and that I had only come to cut my father's hair.
After about half an hour of waiting, the barber set up a high wooden chair for the younger of the boys. I realized that I too sat in that chair when I was little. In a moment, the younger brother was replaced by the older one, who got the same short haircut as his brother. After their mother paid for their haircuts, the older boy convinced his mother that he wanted to see if I would also get a haircut at Williams Barbershop.
The old man was already sitting in the barber's chair and I knew that it would be my turn.
When the barber called another please, my father grabbed my hand and pushed me to the barber's chair. The barber added 3 pillows to the chair to make me taller. I looked at the older of the boys, and I could see that he was disappointed that I was also going to get a haircut. His mother would tell him for a long time that even scary boys go to Williams Barber Shop, not just old men and little boys.
When I sat down, my father asked the barber: do you still remember Adam? He hasn't been here for a few years. Then the barber asked: How are we going to cut him today? Dad replied to give me the hairstyle I was used to. I turned my head and said to my father: father please no short hair. But the father did not change his mind and sat down on the waiting chair.
I was wrapped in a white sheet and the barber was pushing my head forward and all I could see was the white sheet. I felt cold metal on my neck. When the sound of the clipper was heard, the barber went up to the top of the head with it. He did the same on both sides of the head. I was left with 1/4 inch long bristles on my sides. He then cut the hair on the top of my head short and combed it to the right side. They were about 3/4 inch long.
The barber took the clipper and changed the blades. Very fine shaving. Oil dripped on them. He tilted my head to the right side and made an arc with them around my left ear. I saw white skin with a very small stubble about 1/50 inch long. He continued cutting at the back and finished above the right ear. After a little tweaking, I knew she was going to apply the white cream around my ears and part of the back of my head. After scraping off the cream, he wiped off the rest of the cream. He applied oil to his hair and combed it.
My father and I switched places. The mother and the boys were still sitting on the waiting chairs. I heard him say to the older of the boys. He is 5 years older than you and has the same hairstyle. She said that they will also come here every 3-4 weeks.
I got a better look at the boys' hairstyles. They had a shaved arch of about 1 inch around the ears and about 4 and 1/2 inches of perfectly smooth skin on the back of the head. I rubbed the back of my head, first feeling only smooth skin and then stubble.
We did some shopping with my father and on the way home I asked him if I would go to Williams barber shop with him now. He answered yes. I tried to persuade him that I could have longer hair and 4 visits to the Williams barber shop in a year would be enough. My father flatly rejected my proposal and said that, just like in the past, we will go for a regular haircut every 3, sometimes 4 weeks.
My mother was not at all surprised that I got a haircut and agreed to go regularly with my father to the Williams barbershop.
I gradually got used to the taunts at school. Sometimes we also met the boys and their mother in the barber shop.

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