Saw the 1932 movie “Red Dust” this week. I noticed that the Jean Harlow character pronounced the word “forehead” the way I was taught to say it — for’ – ed. Actually, that is still the preferred pronunciation. I looked it up.
Recently, one of our number commented on the grandeur of her own forehead, which I must admit, I had never really noticed. Then, when I started looking through family photos, I could see that we all, whether genetically-linked or not, seem to have magnificent frontal lobes. Much evidence follows, in no particular order. Kindly note that no one thought of concealing this fine physical feature with silly bangs.
I remember my mother pulling my hair back in a pony tail so tight, that I probably couldn’t even blink. It’s no wonder my forehead is big. It was stretched out.
And a quick glance at the last picture makes it apparent that those children’s mother learned her hair-dressing techniques from your mother.