I remember daddy’s old undershirts being used for his Kiwi polish. You could see your reflection in his shoes. Every Saturday like clockwork, mom would bring us in to wash and roll our hair for Sunday church and daddy would be in the floor with all our shoes and polish and buff every one of them. What good memories (except for having to come in and get our hair washed)......lol
How many times a week would you wash and roll your hair?
I remember when we didn’t wash our hair every day :-)