Hi Sharon--Wonderful, charming article, as always. Reading about your hair tribulations brought back lots of memories. Here's one I'd like share.
My hair was shoulder length during the late '60s and early '70s. It was fairly straight--especially when I dried it with a blow dryer--full, dark brown, and shiny. Women would actually ask me who my hair dresser was. (It was my wife!)
When I became tired of the blow-dry routine, I had my long locks cut and layered to about a two-inch length. Like yours, it curled up every which way. I soon discovered that if I let it dry naturally and ran my fingers through it occasionally during the drying process, it turned into an Afro. As circumstance would have it, I just happened to be teaching at a black university in the South at the time. My colleagues loved it!
After moving back to Iowa and into a position as a central administrator at the University of Iowa, I felt that my Afro would not be appreciated, so I began the blow-dry routine again. But some days I just didn't want to bother. So I'd show up at the office with curly hair one day and straight hair the next. One morning, as I entered my office suite, the office manager couldn't contain her curiosity. "Oh Larry!" she exclaimed, "I just love your curly wig!"
Not bad! :-) Looks a lot like my sister's hair used to, and her husband wouldn't let her cut it.
The only photo I had of my Afro do was, of all things, a passport photo. I must have thrown it out when I got a new passport. Rats! Anyway, here are two photos of me in long hair. Isn't the leisure suit a hoot?! The other one I call "the pensive gardener." :-)