Every week, it would be the same routine. It was a sense of closeness and intimacy, and my mother applied the grease to my tender head and smooth my edges. It was a loving gesture meant to nurture the health of my hair. Many Black kids experienced the same custom growing up.
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Real Life of an MSW 
Every Friday night in the kitchen to get washed and platted down to get up early Saturday morning to be at the hair salon at 6am.
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Sounds like wonderful childhood memories. Mines was getting my hair washed in the kitchen sink, then to be wrestled to the ground for four to six cornrows…lol
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It was, I wish I could have that experience again with Momma! We spent every minute together when we were together. I even slept with Momma up until I’d left to go off to college. We were really joined at the hip at the house.
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