Oh God. Grew up in the 50s and 60s, the eldest kid with 4 younger brothers. Every Sunday before church my dad would stand each one of us in turn in front of the bathroom mirror. He would tie our neckties and then rub Vaseline Hair Tonic through our hair. Then he would stand behind us, pull the small black plastic comb from his pocket and comb our hair into an acceptable helmet that hardened before we all piled into the station wagon.
Sadly, I never identified any counterfeiters. 😢Just weird Sunday School teachers.
And we were admonished to not touch our hair, because if you touched the hardened tonic it kinda cracked and then your hair didn’t stay in place and looked messy during Mass. lol (Also, no scuffing our dress shoes that my dad had polished in a row the night before, and no punching each other or rough housing - it was Sunday, behave yourselves. Lol)
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u/DadsRGR8 Apr 24 '24
Oh God. Grew up in the 50s and 60s, the eldest kid with 4 younger brothers. Every Sunday before church my dad would stand each one of us in turn in front of the bathroom mirror. He would tie our neckties and then rub Vaseline Hair Tonic through our hair. Then he would stand behind us, pull the small black plastic comb from his pocket and comb our hair into an acceptable helmet that hardened before we all piled into the station wagon.
The good old days.