One-time Walker's Barbershop
One-time Walker’s Barbershop

My great uncle cut my hair when I was growing up in Lincolnton, Georgia. That would be Waymon Walker. Walker’s Barbershop of white concrete blocks stood on the corner of Highway 378 and Main and stands still, though forest green now. To this day I see Uncle Waymon working his straight razor on a leather strop. I see too colorful and fragrant bottles of tonic lined against the mirror.

I was just a little shaver when Uncle Waymon put the shaver to me. I sat on a plank that rested across the arms of the red leather chair that looked like a throne for Santa Claus. As I outgrew that plank, working the foot pedal made the chair rise, bringing my little boy’s head within reach of electric clippers, scissors, and a straight razor. I sported a short, neat look. We all did until four guys from Liverpool sent their music across the Atlantic. After that, I attempted to grow my hair long but Dad took me to Uncle Waymon’s and issued a curt order. “Cut it all off.”

Cut it off he did. Despite that experience, each time I stepped into that old barbershop reverence overtook me. Important people came there. You might see the mayor, a policeman, or a teacher or coach. It was a place of sacrifice. You parted ways with your self. The evidence lay upon the floor.

It was a place of indelible images. A man who worked alongside Uncle Waymon looked like a character straight out of Mayberry. He had oily slicked-back hair, a Clark Gable-like mustache, and was wiry and rodent-like. Harold was his name. Seems there was a third chair but its barber failed to impress me. Speaks volumes for what we fail to recall is as important as what we remember.

Hard to find a genuine barbershop these days, though some linger in small towns. These days a woman cuts my hair as I sit amid puffy-lipped women stationed beneath noisy contraptions. They read People magazine and some have foil plastered across their heads with strands of hair poking through holes. I never saw a woman in one of Uncle Waymon’s chairs. Not once. Something I never see today? Straight razors. Regulated away. Too risky thanks to the rise of blood-borne diseases.

There was a time when hair tonics, powder, and such had me smelling like some dandy who had just stepped out of a big city cathouse. Once more I’d love to step through the shop’s white-framed door and smell hair tonic. And I’d love to see Uncle Waymon working that razor on that strop … a whispery “slap, slap, slap” it went, but then it, and I, went for good, and there’s no hope for a reunion for I find myself in an age of electrolysis, purple hair, and lips that look as if a swarm of yellowjackets stung them. Things that would shock Uncle Waymon and his patrons in that elusive, vanished place I call yesteryear.


Image Credit: the photograph in this story was taken by the author © Tom Poland.

Tom Poland

Tom Poland, A Southern Writer – Tom Poland is the author of fourteen books, 550 columns, and more than 1,200 magazine features. A Southern writer, his work has appeared in magazines throughout the South. Among his recent books are Classic Carolina Road Trips From Columbia, Georgialina, A Southland, As We Knew It, Reflections of South Carolina, Vol. II, and South Carolina Country Roads. Swamp Gravy, Georgia’s Official Folk Life Drama, staged his play, Solid Ground.

He writes a weekly column for newspapers and journals in Georgia and South Carolina about the South, its people, traditions, lifestyle, and changing culture and speaks to groups across South Carolina and Georgia. He’s the editor of Shrimp, Collards & Grits, a Lowcountry lifestyle magazine.
Governor McMaster conferred the Order of the Palmetto upon him October 26, 2018 for his impact upon South Carolina through his books and writing because “his work is exceptional to the state.”

Tom earned a BA in Journalism and a Masters in Media at the University of Georgia. He grew up in Lincolnton, Georgia. He lives in Columbia, South Carolina where he writes about Georgialina—his name for eastern Georgia and South Carolina.

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