Annie's Micro-Museum, Nostalgic Stories

Why the comb in my Dad’s pocket reminds me to save money (Part 3)

I remember being handed a little, black plastic comb at just about every school picture day in elementary school. I started kindergarten in 1987. Each kid got their very own comb to use before their picture was taken. Sometimes there'd be a little mirror to look in just before it was your turn. If you… Continue reading Why the comb in my Dad’s pocket reminds me to save money (Part 3)

Annie's Micro-Museum, Nostalgic Stories

Two Hair Stories: my grandma the beautician and lice in the school library (Part 1)

I remember my grandma Mary Jean floating in her neighbors' pool, stretching her legs out, and saying, "Don't I have pretty feet? I think I have pretty feet. Aren't they pretty?" She was always so proud of her feet and it was a feature she took care of and felt good about on her body.… Continue reading Two Hair Stories: my grandma the beautician and lice in the school library (Part 1)