“Come out in the kitchen, I’m going to give you a Toni.”
But usually she had a motive.
“School starts next week, you need a Toni.”
“You need a Toni before the dance.”
I just went round the corner and asked Jan how many perms Mom gave her. None. Not one. The subject never came up. In fact, once she ran out of her girlfriend’s home, the mother wanting to put her in the daughter assembly line and administer a haircut and a perm. Jan was afraid of what mom might say when she got home.
I can’t imagine how mom lost her zeal. She was still calling me into the kitchen when Jan was little. She even sent me off to college with a Toni. Or, as one friend said to me, when I had achieved sixties perfection of straight hair halfway down my back, “When I met you in freshman English, I thought you had naturally curly hair!”
Joanne and Walt. I'm the one with the Toni. Probably my kindergarden perm, say 1948.