Monday, September 07, 2015

Fitting in


I saw a gaggle of 16 girls at the park training for softball the other day. It brought back memories of the women’s softball team in Orange, where we lived in the mid-70s. They were called the Lionettes, and they were very exciting to watch, and they were very good – they were the runner-up team in several world championship games.

But back to here and now, the young women jogged around the baseline. They lined up opposite each other and tossed grapefruit-sized fluorescent green balls back and forth. One girl was pitching to another girl, underhand. She was very fast. The ball zipped along only a few feet from the ground, smacking hard in the glove of the catcher. They were lovely to watch.

They were dressed in different sorts of athletic clothes, but they all had hair long enough to wear in a ponytail. Not one girl had short hair. Brought back memories of how important it was during the years I was high school, in the mid-1960s, to fit in.

There were about 556 graduating seniors in the summer class of 1967, so there was quite a bit more variety in the different types of hairstyles that the girls wore than

there is in the small high school here, which has a total student body of 363 students.

Much has changed and much has stayed exactly the same.

3 comments:

Far Side of Fifty said...

You graduated two years before me! Your hair was very pouffy too...what a pain it was to get it like that, A pony tail would have been better and easier in those days of no blow dryers. But we made do with Dippity Doo and big curlers:)

Leilani Lee said...

Yes. Big curlers! Quite a few of us bought a small hairpiece that was dyed to match our hair and then we curled that and stuck it in there somehow.

Terri @ Coloring Outside the Lines said...

Oh gosh I remember the pouffy do- I was about ten when my mother decided it was time to tease and rat my hair. I hated it! Oh and the hair spray...cough, cough..I guess that is why I never let her style it again. LOL