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During my first year (1966) at St. Francis, I spent Wednesday and Saturday afternoons sorting laundry. At the beginning of my sophomore year I was pleased to be promoted to class barber. The barbershop was supervised by Fr. Gil Wohler. An upper-class barber, Jerry Kaelin, passed along the art of seminary barbering to me. Carl Zepeda somehow agreed to be my first victim. It was a blessing that we lived in a male-only setting because Carl would be hard-pressed to find a girl to look at him after the sheering. It took a bit of time for me to learn how to flick my wrist just right to create a nice taper. I ended up practicing my taper all the way up the back of his head. Fortunately, Carl didn't seem to mind and I gradually learned to give a 60's cut.
After a few months of barbering I was turning out some pretty good haircuts and some of the priests let me cut their hair. Fr. Aubert, for obvious reasons, was the easiest to trim. He and some of the other priests frequently rewarded barbers by giving us pop cards if we did a good job. Prior to the early '70s, the pop machine didn't work via cash and we couldn't just have pop whenever we wanted. Instead, at certain times of the week a designated upper classman would open the machine and punch one of ten holes in a pop card. The cards were purchased in the store at the back of study hall. Pop cost 10¢ each and was quite a treat.
For me, the barbershop provided a quiet place for reflection in the winter months. I could sit in a comfortable chair, read a book, and enjoy the great view of the front lake from the 3rd floor window. While I truly enjoyed cutting hair, I especially liked sharing the time and conversation with my classmates and the friars.
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