I got a haircut the other day.  a nice clean shop where six young girls trained in all the things that can be done with hair and to hair.  It make me think of the first barber shop I ever went to in Graafschap.  It was Henry Timmer's shop.  He lived in the main part of the house and used what would have been the living room as a barbershop.  Usually we went to the barbershop on Saturday night because my Father worked six days a week.  When it was my turn in the chair, Henry put a board across the chair arms so he could work on me conveniently.  After a little small talk, directed at me, he would start on my hair while continuing  his converstaion with the other customers waiting in the room.  Henry wore wide suspenders.  The converation was usually about hunting or sports.  After he finished with me, I would have to wait while he cut my dad's hair.  Usually there were up to ten waiting. I guess that's how those quartets started.  Henry did this for many years.  Eventually his son helped him and I graduated to sitting in the chair.  He enjoyed what he did, because he was as interested in the conversation as he was in cutting hair. The old barber shop is gone, but left a lot of pleasant memories.  The new way is nice, but I miss the conversation.