The Higher The Hair, The Closer to Heaven

I remember it being a contest on who had the prettiest beehive:  my mother, or my first-grade teacher.  Just couldn’t choose!  Little-known fact from that era:  one of the best ways to preserve the beehive was to sleep with toilet paper around your head.  I’m not kidding.  It sort-had a Elsa Lanchester/Bride of Frankenstein vibe to it, but what price beauty??

Oh, yes, we loved our mile-high hair, didn’t we?

“Thanks to a lot of Aquanet, my grandmother’s hairdo lives large in my memory”