TELLING ALL

Fiorella would have worn her locks down to her ankles when she was in school, but her mother considered any female who whose hair hung long was "foreign" and cheap.

The battle came to a head (pun intended) when Fio was in the fourth fourth grade and her mother talked your girl into letting the retired hairdresser of one of Dad's foremen cut her hair. After all the snipping was done, Fio looked in the mirror, burst into tears, and vowed never to let her hair be cut again. Mom backed off for a while, but when Fio was in high school, she bribed your girl to get her hair cut regularly by the most exclusive shop in town. Who could resist that?

Of course, when Fiorella flew the coop to college, she let her hair grow long again and Mom gave up the battle. If you're interested, in later years, Fio has bounced back and forth not only for length, but for color. She's settled into the natural look now--long hair. Yep, her mother must be rolling her eyes in heaven.

😘😘😘

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Son L and his family came in the door to from their grocery shopping expedition and within two minutes, the doorbell rang for our little princess to come play. Have to admit that Fiorella was never that popular. Of course, her playmates were never that close together. Hi, there, Ellen and Elaine!

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Give Fio a clap on the back--she's making steady progress on emptying cork board number 3, the one that has most of the medical information on it. Fio's goal is to be able to take it off the wall by next week.

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