Three-year-old Joyce Bjerk towers high above the ground below in her father Oscar’s barber shop in Karlstad, Minnesota. Pop’s sign above the swanky Maytag washing machine declares a haircut and a shave for a fair price of just two quarters. Joyce seems to be getting the standard kids’ cut of 1934. At least she knows it’s on the house.
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Those were some days, Kerbey. Thanks for sharing the kid and the dad and the prices and the whole thing.
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I need to see a barber desperately. My hair ha gotten so long I imagine looking like Prince Valiant when it is probably Conan.
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Ha! Do you not feel safe going? I have an appointment on Thursday, and I wear my mask.
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It isn’t so much fear as it is finding a barber that is working. That and laziness.
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Cute!! 🙂
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Haha, that takes me back, Kerbey. I remember asking the barber for a haircut like the Dave Clark Five and seeing my mom mouth, “short back and sides” through the mirror 😉
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Ha! Foiled again!
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