Under The Hat

My great-grandpa was bald. He had a ring of hair around the edges that you often see. He was so cute.

Grandpa had a beautiful full head of hair. Grandpa was the son-in-law. Grandma was Great-grandpa's daughter. She also had beautiful long dark hair.

All of my uncles on that side of the family were bald.

I read that certain kinds of baldness run in families with the gene being passed down by the mother.

My mother had beautiful dark hair. Daddy also had a full head of hair even though he wore it in a flattop most of his life.

My older two brothers both had lots of hair. The younger two are both bald. The oldest of the two seems proud of his baldness although that could be a defense mechanism. My youngest brother is not fond of being bald but he accepts it.

My youngest brother is only 5 years older than my oldest son. They have been very close all of their lives. At one time they even worked together.

One day at work they were teasing each other the way good friends do. My brother said something and my son shot back that at least he wasn't bald.

When my son saw the look on his uncle's face my son realized for the first time that being bald bothered his uncle. He knew he had hurt his feelings.

My son still feels bad that he did not know how much it bothered my brother to be bald.

I guess I should mention that I have three sons. All have all their hair although one of them has thinner hair than the others. At his age I do not think he will be bald and his hair could be thinner
because of the color .

At any rate my son learned to pay attention to what he is about to say and consider how it might affect someone else.