I saw my cousin Sharon today. I have not seen Sharon in at least 3 years and maybe longer. Sharon is the same age as my oldest brother - they went to high school together. I did not discover Sharon until I was in maybe late elementary school or jr. high. I seriously don't remember. I do remember that she used to live in a small apartment on Main Street in Spring City next to the Cigar Store. She moved from there to a small home in Royersford, I think on Church Street - it was next to and across the street from the Grace Lutheran Church on Main Street. From their I think she moved to a house our on Lewis Road. That house has long been demolished, but it was just past the Bible Fellowship Church on a bad bend on the right. From there I think she moved to Green Street, into what was - Aunt Ada's home. I forget Sharon's connection to Aunt Ada, but when Aunt Ada passed, Sharon got the house. Sharon's daughter, Tracy explained that Aunt Ada was Sharon's maternal grandmother. From there Sharon moved up to Boyertown in a small apartment complex just off Rt. 100 before you got to the Boyertown exit. Her next move was to a 3 bedroom home on Moyer Rd. just off Rt. 100, across from the Lower Pottsgrove Swim Club. After she left that home, she moved into an apartment in Royersford owned by, I think it was her cousin Cindy Astimer (I am sure that is not how you spell her last name and I am also sure that is no longer her last name- but that is what I remember). From that apartment, she eventually moved to a small kind of cottage in the woods built by her husband Les. It was a nice property and the two of them made some really nice upgrades to the property. When Sharon's mother moved from Arizona, they added a suite for her which, as I recall, was quite nice. Sharon continues to live in the house, though Les passed many years ago.
Sharon and I had many adventures together as did Sharon and my brother. I often thought that they reminded me a bit of a male/female Laverne and Shirley. My best memory was the night Sharon dyed his hair. Neither my brother nor I were very happy about being brunettes, always wanting to be blonde- tan - and surfer looking. Sharon agreed to dye his hair blonde. So one night after my brother was done work (He worked with Sharon's first husband and the father of her two children Tracy and Todd - his name was Ernie) Sharon attempted to dye his hair blonde. Of course she was not a hairdresser, maybe a wannabe, but this process required her to strip his hair. My brother came home from this adventure and went to bed. My mother went in to wake him the next morning and found that her son had this beautiful golden blonde hair. She woke him, he sat up, she gasped in horror. One side of his hair was, as I said, golden blonde. Sadly, the other side was (my mother's words) "clown orange." Mom was a trooper and did not pass out. She simply told my brother that his father would kill him and that he needed to get his hair fixed ASAP. He assured my mother that he and Sharon had worked out a plan. She suggested that he remedy the problem before our father returned from work, which would have been about 5 PM. I am sad that there were no pictures of his hair as it would have been and still would be excellent to post. I am also sad that I never actually saw my brother with "clown orange" hair. When my brother returned for supper, his hair had obviously been died, but he was now one normal color of brown.
I am sure they had many adventures, most of which I was not privy to, which is probably really for the best. I know that my brother shared a lot with her, which I think was very good for him. I know that in my formative years, I was lucky to have a friend like Sharon. She suggested to today that we could write a book about our experiences together. I decided that I needed some topics for this blog again and believe me - Sharon is a good one. I will relay one finally story that I reminder her of today at lunch.
Again, as I said I too wanted to be blonde. I was in college at Eastern University (It was College then) and my parents had retired to Florida. I had the pleasure of living with Sharon. I was, as her son Todd called me "The Basement Dweller." Anyway I asked her to give me highlights before went home to Ft. Lauderdale - so I would look all cool. This was in the mid 80's. I bought the frosting kit and away we went. I could tell by the way she was touching my head that my highlights were maybe not quite right. When she was done and I washed the bleach out of my hair, I looked at the back of my hair, and as I had suspect, she had created a checker board on the back of my head. Ok so I escaped the "clown orange" but a checker board? Really? I did not scream real loud, but she found it quite amusing that she had created this effect on the back of my head. She thought - as much as SHE liked the look - she should probably connect the squares. She did and though my hair, where it had been bleached, had a red tint, it looked better and I was set for adventures in Ft. Lauderdale.
I think I will cover my adventures with Sharon chronologically based on where she was living at the time.
Thanks for reading and check back again for the next installment of Sharon.
Sharon and I had many adventures together as did Sharon and my brother. I often thought that they reminded me a bit of a male/female Laverne and Shirley. My best memory was the night Sharon dyed his hair. Neither my brother nor I were very happy about being brunettes, always wanting to be blonde- tan - and surfer looking. Sharon agreed to dye his hair blonde. So one night after my brother was done work (He worked with Sharon's first husband and the father of her two children Tracy and Todd - his name was Ernie) Sharon attempted to dye his hair blonde. Of course she was not a hairdresser, maybe a wannabe, but this process required her to strip his hair. My brother came home from this adventure and went to bed. My mother went in to wake him the next morning and found that her son had this beautiful golden blonde hair. She woke him, he sat up, she gasped in horror. One side of his hair was, as I said, golden blonde. Sadly, the other side was (my mother's words) "clown orange." Mom was a trooper and did not pass out. She simply told my brother that his father would kill him and that he needed to get his hair fixed ASAP. He assured my mother that he and Sharon had worked out a plan. She suggested that he remedy the problem before our father returned from work, which would have been about 5 PM. I am sad that there were no pictures of his hair as it would have been and still would be excellent to post. I am also sad that I never actually saw my brother with "clown orange" hair. When my brother returned for supper, his hair had obviously been died, but he was now one normal color of brown.
I am sure they had many adventures, most of which I was not privy to, which is probably really for the best. I know that my brother shared a lot with her, which I think was very good for him. I know that in my formative years, I was lucky to have a friend like Sharon. She suggested to today that we could write a book about our experiences together. I decided that I needed some topics for this blog again and believe me - Sharon is a good one. I will relay one finally story that I reminder her of today at lunch.
Again, as I said I too wanted to be blonde. I was in college at Eastern University (It was College then) and my parents had retired to Florida. I had the pleasure of living with Sharon. I was, as her son Todd called me "The Basement Dweller." Anyway I asked her to give me highlights before went home to Ft. Lauderdale - so I would look all cool. This was in the mid 80's. I bought the frosting kit and away we went. I could tell by the way she was touching my head that my highlights were maybe not quite right. When she was done and I washed the bleach out of my hair, I looked at the back of my hair, and as I had suspect, she had created a checker board on the back of my head. Ok so I escaped the "clown orange" but a checker board? Really? I did not scream real loud, but she found it quite amusing that she had created this effect on the back of my head. She thought - as much as SHE liked the look - she should probably connect the squares. She did and though my hair, where it had been bleached, had a red tint, it looked better and I was set for adventures in Ft. Lauderdale.
I think I will cover my adventures with Sharon chronologically based on where she was living at the time.
Thanks for reading and check back again for the next installment of Sharon.
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