The Barber Pole


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The Barber Pole

The other day I was driving home, through a less than affluent part of town, when I came to a stop at a light.  As I waited for  it to turn, I noticed out the window, on the adjacent building a column painted in a wrap-around red, white and blue descending stripe.  It was a barber pole!  A barber pole! Imagine, a barber pole!.  I haven’t seen one of those in years.

barber pole

barber pole

That brought back a flood of memories.  When I was a kid we went to a barber shop, not a hair salon.  It was a manly place!

hair stuff

hair stuff

There were hair creams, face lotions, hot towels, large aprons.  There were always interesting magazines!  Not People Magazine or Entertainment Today. The barbers dressed in white and worked Tuesday through Saturday.

barber shop

barber shop

barber_shop

barber_shop

The only time I remember a woman being in the shop was when a mother brought in her son for his haircut, usually his first.  After a short time we boys learned how to negotiate that transaction alone.  One time, about  age 6, I went alone to the barber and ordered a “butch”.   That would be style 27-29 below.  I had longer hair at the time, parted on the side.

hair styles

hair styles

The Barber asked, “Is this OK with your mother?

“Oh sure!  She said it was OK.  All the other kids have butches.”

So off went the hair and I came home looking like fur ball.  That night I cried because I couldn’t comb it.  I liked to comb my hair.  Today I don’t have too much to work with.

The barber shop was unlike any other place in town.  As I said it was a manly place.  And you knew where it was because it always had a barber pole.  I could spot the barbershop a block away.  It wasn’t necessary to read.  When I went to a different town, like to visit my grandparents, I could spot the barbershop.  And, I knew I would be welcome even though I was unknown to the barbers.

That’s another thing!  Barbers with an “S”.  Most shops had four chairs.  In the city there were often more.  Always there were at least two.  At least that is what my memory tells me.

Today the barber poles are mostly gone.  When I first arrived here I had a terrible time finding a barber.  It never occurred to me to use the white pages.  I was looking for the barber pole.  Now even white pages seem to be history.

And today barber shops are rare.  What we have are mostly hair salons today with not too interesting magazines.  The “Manly” shops have changed!  And they are hard to find without a barber pole.  My friends recommend this place, but I can’t find it.

bikini barbershop

bikini barbershop

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About Thomas L. Tribby

Professional artist: painter, sculptor, print maker. Maintains a studio in West Palm Beach, Florida
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