Saturday Morning Hair Salon

The Knox County Baptist Mission was supported by area churches, and primarily First Baptist Church, in Knoxville, Tennessee, where we were members.  Daddy had been called to be the pastor for the mission.  He and Mother wanted us to enjoy the advantages of being a part of a large church, so Suz and I went to the main church, while Mother and Dad were ministering at the mission.  Nene played the piano for their church services, but  joined us on Wednesday and Sunday nights at the main church, as did Mother and Daddy.  To leave Suz and I to our own devices, probably wasn’t the wisest decision, but that’s another story for another time.

Our parent’s work at the mission was hard, and often discouraging, but they persevered and had an impact on many people’s lives who passed through there.  They picked up children on the way to church, so our car was full every time we made the trip.  We didn’t have seat belts.  They hadn’t been invented yet.  We crammed as many people in the car as we possibly could, and then some.  It was a happy time.  The car was as full of laughter as it was people.  For these “underprivileged” children, it was quite probably the only lighthearted time of their young lives, to that point.  They faced such hardships with alcoholic parents and/or abusive parents, that they were hungry for attention and love.

On Saturdays we went to the mission to help get the women and children ready for church on Sunday.  Daddy cut hair.  Mother, Nene, Reva, and I washed and rolled hair.  We had two or three hair dryers that we brought along with us.  Do you remember the ones with the caps?  They had a hose from the cap to the motor.  The motor blew heat into the cap to dry the hair.  We taught them how to style their hair, how to apply make-up, and how to act like a lady.

Minstering to the physical needs of the people was vital.  It boosted their self-esteem.  They learned skills that would serve them well when they went  to apply for jobs.  We were doing something for them that would have a lasting impact.

I was fifteen years old at the time.  I had grown up learning to serve others.  It came naturally by the time I was fifteen.  The compassion that was taught to us by our parents’ example will never be forgotten.  I was thinking today how the past couple of generations haven’t had the privilege to observe or practice serving others.  I feel sorry for them.  They have missed so much, mainly the purpose of living!

Our parents taught us well how to look out for our brothers and sisters.  Not just the ones we had by birth, but the ones we met along the way.  For this I am thankful!

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Daddy Cutting Hair

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Mother Styling Hair

Pam Brushing Hair

Pam Brushing Hair

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8 Comments on “Saturday Morning Hair Salon”

  1. deardottie Says:

    This is a credit to your family and you Pam. Your family, because of all the goodness and charity they have instilled in their children, and their daughter, Pam, for passing along family values and tradition.

    I, for one, am a grateful recipient of your loving service. God bless you mate.🙂

    LOVED the photo’s [boy, someone has a great collection] you are the spit out of your mother! WOW!


  2. What a beautiful story of true sharing and compassion. You learned valuable and vital life lessons from your parents and now you share these loving gifts with your friends and family. It’s a real privilege to know you.

  3. Joyce Mason Says:

    What a wonderful tribute to the way you were raised to care for others in more difficult circumstances. I admire your having such hands-on experience of that early in your life, Pam. No wonder you are such a compassionate adult!

    My lessons in compassion were similar. My parents took in foster children and every kind of stray cat, dog, and human. Sometimes I think I got a little compassion overload. As an adult I had to learn about boundaries and how I couldn’t give away the store. Still, I’d rather have to learn that lesson than how to care for others. You remind me that big hearts are opened young. Wonderful post!


  4. Pam,

    Every time I read one of your posts on this particular blog I get a much clearer insight into who you are and why I believe we are connected. You are truly genuine in your giving spirit and that is a reflection of your parents.

    The pictures you share bring it all full circle. Thanks for allowing me to be a part of your wold—past and present.


  5. How wonderful for you to have such giving parents that were able to teach the joy of helping others. Now I see where you get your servant’s heart. I am so blessed to be included in your circle.

  6. Granny Anne Says:

    I just came across your site and enjoyed reading it. I grew up in Nottingham, England and could relate to the big part Church played in our lives in those more innecent days. We went to many social events provided by the churches ( not only our own, but the other chuches in the neighbourhood.) The Vicars, Priests, Ministers and Rabbi were all frequently seen on the streets.
    On the lighter note of the hairdryers I remember when I first started nursing and owned such a one which was very noisy and we had to hang coats and blankets over the door to try and drown the noise!
    I am now living a quieter life in Cardiff.

  7. Carol Cortez Says:

    Really great writing. Honestly..


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