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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;DragonflyWink, post: 128730, member: 111&quot;]So strange, the reactions hair causes in some people, once worked for a man who threw away his hair brushes rather than clean out the hair (he was a jerk, so I&#039;d clean mine out just to watch him shudder), and have, for decades, had people touch my hair without asking, as if they couldn&#039;t resist... </p><p><br /></p><p>When my hair finally came in as a baby, since we were a thousand miles away, my Mom sent a lock to her mother, and when my grandmother died at 97, Mom gave me a little celluloid box, inside, a slip of paper with my name, folded around that same little thread-wrapped lock.&nbsp; She wasn&#039;t much of a saver, and we weren&#039;t close, but that touched my heart and now I keep it, along with my Mom&#039;s braid, cut off in her teens, when she started working and wanted to look more adult, and a lock from the mane of the equine love of my life, heartbreakingly sold when I was 21, and also a lock of fur from the canine love of my life, who was fiercely devoted to me, and even a recent bit of my hair, after having over eight inches trimmed off, struck by the thought that any later cuts would probably be primarily white.&nbsp; There is an odd comfort in knowing that my grandmother loved me enough to keep that lock, and in having an ephemeral piece of Jean before she became Mom, and those tangible bits of Eagle and Bru bring back clear memories of years of caring for, and loving those special boys who gave back that love tenfold.</p><p><br /></p><p>So I guess, really, that I must fall into that creepy category too...</p><p><br /></p><p>~Cheryl[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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