Dad's Razor

Growing up in a houseful of mostly girls, Dad had one rule: Stay away from my razor. Of course, that was not always the case. Mom would let us girls use it to shave our legs but would always say "It will be our little secret".  

Dad has been gone for over thirty years now. A few years ago Mom asked me if I would like to have his old razor and of course I said yes.
That pretty much started my collection.

I found these four at a garage sale last Saturday.

I have a small collection of shaving brushes as well.

Through the years, whenever I would find something shave related I would throw it in a box.

 

Most items in my collection are not perfect but I don't care.
Back "in the day" people used these things everyday.

I like these old sizzors.

Once we lived in a house with no indoor plumbing. On hot, summer days we would all walk down to the creek to splash in the water. There was a big rock where we could sit and take turns shaving our legs.
The water was bubbly and always ice cold but we loved every minute of it.

It's funny how collections get started.
I don't find this stuff very often, and it's usually when I least expect it.

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