I've always loved this picture of my mother when she was only 2½ years old. When I was that age I hardly had any hair at all. She had those beautiful, long, chestnut curls! Life's just not always fair. Her father was in his 60's when she was born and when all the other girls were having their hair bobbed, he wanted her to keep her long curls. Finally, when she started Jr. High, in 1929, he let her get it cut.