We girls were discussing hair styles and unusual haircuts when my husband's grandmother spoke up and said, "I only had my hair cut once in my life."
We all wanted to know when because we couldn't imagine Grandma with short hair. She told us it was back when she was a little girl of 6 or 7. The settlers had been warned that an Indian party was on the way.
"Our papa told us,” said Grandma, "that if we girls had our hair short and ugly the Indians wouldn't be as likely to scalp us as they would if it was long and pretty. Then he took his hunting knife and whacked off our long locks."
Grandma went on to explain that the alarm was a false one, but that she'd never forgotten the one time she'd had short hair. Guess in those days a man's hunting knife had lots of uses.