The smell of hair tonic, clipper oil, and Old Spice blends with the sound of the radio and old timers discussing the lastest. Dad's barbershop was the coolest place! This scene is one that is as much a part of America's past, as much as, well...baseball, fireworks, and liberty. America's love affair with the red, white, and blue striped Barber's pole has it's roots in more than haircuts, hot lather shaves, and a neck trim...even beyond the rite of passage for junior (when the barber stopped using the child seat, and then started to apply hot lather to the sideburns and neck). Barbershops have long been a bastion of social interaction, a place of debates, ideas, and of course...sharing with others.
As a child, I would be in and out of dad's barbershop, and never thought much about the possibility of someday standing behind the massive barber chair! Time has a way of bringing things to pass...I have been the child in dad's shop, and I have had my son come to my barbershop! My son, David, now works beside me, as a Master Barber! How neat is that?
Little has changed in Chicago. Beardsley's Barber Shop offers the same old fashion service that caused grandpa to make the trek into town every Saturday for a shave and a haircut...check out our website for more information www.beardsleysbarbershop.com, or call us at: 847.352.1288