This is my post for #freewriters 2831 prompt hair net hosted by @mariannewest
My mom was born in the 1930s and grew up in a time when most women wore dresses and their hair and makeup was always perfect. But in the early 1950s, my Mom was living in a tent, pregnant with two other kids, and my Dad. Later, Dad built a house, but all they had was a tarp for the roof. By the time I came along, they had a roof. She had a hard life in their early years.
She liked to dress up but could also rock a plaid shirt with a striped shirt under it and rolled up pants while shucking oysters. She would collect the oysters herself and sell them to fishermen for extra cash. The house has a roof.
She loved for me or one of my sisters to brush her hair. She did not use hair rollers, she would twist a few strands of hair and then coil it up and bobby pin it in place. Her head would be full of booby pins. Sometimes she put a hair net over her hair, but most of the time she would tie a scarf around her head.
In my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I remember the dog, I think it was the only dog my Dad cared about. We never had another one when she passed. I remember that day because I was the one who found her. I told Dad that Mitzy won't wake up, and there was yellow stuff coming out of her eye. It is weird how I can remember something like that so clear, but can't remember what I did a few days ago.
It looks like she had her hair bobby pinned in this photo. Mom is the one in the middle, she pinned her hair so tight that she looks like a boy. I can not tell if she is wearing a hair net.
photos are mine
