And an excerpt from a short interview with my dad, wig seller to the stars.
I love this story! I can picture your dad's store just as you described.
Really enjoyed reading this memory of your dad and his store. What a cool experience! I came to Substack as a reader looking for interesting stories like these. Thanks for sharing :)
So poignant. It's always strange when I realize I'm the same age as a memory I have of my parent. I wonder what will my kids think of me? Side note: Your dad was really handsome
Jenna, I loved your story the other day about being left in the movie theater alone as a little girl. The section where you sat in the dark, then suddenly this wonderful movie Cinderella started up, made a marvelous metaphor for the act of writing. I shared with my writing coach and a bunch of my writing friends.
So to read this longer and wonderfully specific story of your father's wig store was a real delight. Thank you for sharing it.
What a lovely piece Jenna, I remember reading the original back on your blog, it stuck with me because a wig shop really is an unusual occupation :-) not too many of them about where I live. I love the way you evoke New York at a particular time also - I'm a similar age to you and often think back to how a place looked and felt in a particular decade - yes! I'm able to look back over "Decades" now, yikes!
Love this piece so much, Jenna. I hope someday you’ll write a book about your life!
I love that photo and story! A time when people dressed up! There are many wig factories in Korea, I think that's how Koreans had business in wigs and beauty supply things. My mom told me that my aunt used to grow her hair and sell it for extra cash in the 1960s/1970.