This is a hair salon down in Marylebone. It took me a while to figure out the name -- I mean, "dye" is obvious, but "knots"? Turns out they do hair extensions.
I haven't left the house and haven't done much except routine housekeeping and reading. I feel like I'm in a weird state of suspension -- I go back to work in just two days, and meanwhile I'm in a holding pattern like a plane circling the airport, waiting for that chance to land. As many reservations as I have about going back to school, I'm really eager to get to work again.
I've mentioned my maternal grandfather a couple of times on this blog, but I've written less about my dad's family. Here's a picture I love of my dad's mother's parents (my great-grandparents). They lived in Arkansas, I believe, and here they're posing with their Christmas money tree. This must have been 50 or 60 years ago. I don't quite know the tradition of money trees, but from looking online I gather that it's a clever way to give cash -- you turn the dollar bills into a tree. I'm not sure whether they were giving the money or receiving it.
My dad's immediate family all lived in California, where he grew up and where my grandfather (who died before I was born) was a mail carrier. Since we lived in Florida, I barely knew them. In 1969 my parents drove us out west, and I had a rare opportunity to meet my paternal cousins. (Obviously I don't remember this -- I wasn't quite three!) I'm standing on the left (above), with my cousin Linda holding my shoulders. My older cousins, L to R, are Randy, Dennis and Marty. The younger ones are Jimmy and Chris.
There are a lot of photos from this film roll of my older cousins trying to teach me, Chris and Jimmy how to play baseball. Sports-phobic as I am, I never appeared very interested!
I saw most of my cousins again in 1983, when we visited the summer before I turned 17 -- except Linda, who lived elsewhere by that time, and Jimmy, who had died in a car crash. Other than those two times, I've never seen or communicated with them, and now Dennis and Marty are dead as well. I did keep in touch with my paternal grandmother and my aunts via occasional letters, but my California relatives always seemed so distant -- as they were in those pre-Internet days. Maybe sometime when I'm feeling adventurous I'll get in touch with them via Facebook.