I'm giving the boys haircuts today, which makes me think about my grandpa (standing, second from right) and his barber shop. After he closed down his shop and came to live with us year later, he brought the barber chairs, seen in the photo. My brother, sister and I would spend hours on end playing in the chairs, pumping them up to go higher, and then letting them down, and spinning round and round. When our house burned down, I was so sad we lost those chairs. At least we have the memories.