We finally have some sun here on the Gulf Coast after a few weeks of clouds and spotty rain showers. It got me to thinking about the story I previously wrote about my Grandmother’s Pocketbook.
|“I paid Doris Leigh seven dollars and fifty two cents to do my hair, andÂ
I’m not about to ruin it in the rain!”
Inside the pocketbook were several interesting things. One of them being a rain bonnet. Do you remember those? I’m sure your Grandmother had one too.
For those of you who never had a proper Grandmother, or lived in the desert, the rain bonnet was a small, plastic scarf, that folded accorrdian-style into a tiny packet.
Both of my Grandmothers had plastic head covers. They looked hilarious, but now that I think about it, were very practical. Especially when you had your hair “done” once a week at Bee Bee’s Beauty Parlor.
That round mound of hair had to last from Sunday morning services to the Eastern Star on Saturday night.
Years ago, on a sweltering summer morning, my Alabama Grandmother and I were caught beneath a fruit stand during a sudden downpour. She offered me a rain bonnet of my own (how clever to have a spare), but I almost fainted with pre-teen embarrassment at the thought of putting one of those things on my head!
Moments later, she looked beautifully coiffed behind the giant Lincoln’s steering wheel, while I sat next to her on the bench seat looking like a drowned rat.
I always referred to the modern hand held dryer as a “blow dryer” until I called a New York hotel years ago to inquire as to whether or not they had a “blow dryer” in the room, and they didn’t know what in the heck I was talking about until I finally said – ” For your HAIR – TO DRY YOUR HAIR.” Oh, a hair dryer? Well, yes. They had that. Why didn’t I just say so in the first place?
No telling what they thought I was talking about.
Thank goodness gracious I didn’t ask for a rain bonnet!
Click here to read the original “Inside The Brown Pocketbook.”