My Grandfather was a barber. He had a shop in Topeka, Kansas. In 1966, it was completely destroyed by a tornado. My Grandfather said it was God's way of telling him to retire, so he did.

At the time I was growing up, barbershops were not 'unisex' places. A barbershop was male territory. My brothers would go get their haircut at my Grandpa's shop. Many men have told me that this tapestry brings back scents and sounds, and the memory of the clippers buzzing up the back of their nervous heads.