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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!