My father wasn't one to spend money when he didn't absolutely have
to spend money.
Before my brothers were old enough to care how they looked this
was a common enough scene at our house.
The red in the picture isn't blood. It just signifies my own alarm
at the predicament of my sweet baby brother.
Fortunately my mother and I went off to the local Merritton Beauty
Parlour which was in those days like going into a private club just
for girls and women.
No boys allowed!
On the surface the 1950s were so innocent.
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