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Plucking My Grandma’s Grey Hairs.

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Growing up my grandmother was a relatively young one. She was in her early fifties by the time I was a young teenager. So as time passed my grandma began having some grey hairs show up, not a lot as memory serves. Even when she died a few months shy of her eighty sixth birthday her head was still black and white.

Displaying some womanly vanity, she would employ the then young eyes of my sister and I to pluck the grey hairs from her head. To reward us for a job well done, she would give us pocket change. With our earnings we would buy snacks including the fruit of the season.

The place where we grew up we were truly raised by a community, we really did not buy much, as just asking would get you the fruits for free anyway.

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There were of course the oddball “frugal” ones who would rather their fruit fall to the ground, but those are tales for another day.

So my grandma would sit on the patio and we would stand around her chair plucking at her grey hairs. She would then count the hairs and pay us based on the quantity plucked. Well my sister and I quickly figured out that we could earn way more money if we snapped the longer hairs in two and so that’s what we did.

I was telling my daughter yesterday how naughty we had been in tricking our poor grandmother by snapping one long strand of hair and being paid for two.

Dishonesty at its finest … 

and my grandma never knew what we did …

or did she…?

It was all in good childhood fun!

15 thoughts on “Plucking My Grandma’s Grey Hairs.

  1. Haha. Childhood pranks. 😁
    I was a handful myself. 🙈

    1. Lol, the things we did. We are born with dishonesty in our hearts.
      Have a great day my sister.

      1. Yes sis. Thank God I grew up. 😂
        Thanks sis. A blessed day ahead to you too. ❤

  2. Naughty, naughty, Pene! <3 Have a great weekend! Cheryl

    1. I know, those were the days.
      Enjoy your day.

  3. In old people speak, this is precious! I, too, grew up raised by the community. Those were the best days. Nostalgia is a balm.

    1. Yes it is…the best days. Be blessed.

  4. That is so funny! My guess is that your grandmother knew exactly whY you were doing. LOL!

    1. She may have. So naughty. Have a blessed day.

  5. Lol. Your Grandma probably knew what you girls were up to. 😂

    1. Maybe. Have a great evening.

  6. 😄 I think most of us can relate to this naughtiness! Very funny!

  7. I used to prank my grandma a lot.

    I was the cause of the worst fall she had and then funny thing is, when the lady coming to massage her came, I thought she was coming to kill my grandma because she was in a lot of pain already, so I locked the key to the main door and lied I didn’t know where it was.

    After the lady had gone, I sneaked and opened the door.

    My grandma had pain the whole night and guess what, I made the pain worse by crying the whole night because I thought she was dying.

    We didn’t sleep.

    When I got some little sleep my mum sneaked my grandma for her massage appointment in the hospital.

    I woke up and didn’t find my grandma and I knew she was dead, I cried the whole day and lost my voice.

    Doesn’t sound like me though but yes, the ignorance in our childhood days made us do so much.

    1. Oh Cynthia, what a story, you had me laughing.
      Yes a child’s thinking makes us do so many silly things. But made life interesting.

  8. Sweet, sweet story Pene 😘

    I believe grandmas know EXACTLY what we’re up to ALL the time but let us believe we’re being clever. We’re actually entertaining them.

    She was probably proud of how well you two cooperated in helping one another❤️🤣

    Thanks for sharing as you’ve stirred many good memories for all of us. ❣️🤗

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