The Witches Hut

In the early to mid-1960s in San Francisco, there was a hair salon called “The Witches Hut.” Its claim to fame was that it was located in the North Beach area and was open until midnight. This was in the days of the Beatniks (well before the Hippie era) and the shop was frequented by quite a colorful clientele. It had the reputation of being a place where “ladies of the evening” could go and get gussied up before they went out on the streets to perform their “love for sale” act.

I was about fifteen or sixteen and the lure of the exotic called my name so strongly that I couldn’t resist! I was going to The Witches Hut at the earliest possible appointment! My girlfriend, and fellow adventurer, also named Linda (popular name of the day), wouldn’t let a chance like this pass her up either! We called and made appointments for the following Saturday to try out this salon that specialized in “do’s” for bad girls!

We took the bus to North Beach. In those days, North Beach not only had Beatniks, but it was also one of the naughty parts of the City. Clubs, girlie shows, random hookers, Beatniks and street people abounded in the area. (A couple of years later, the “Topless” craze would be born in North Beach with the performance of a very young Carol Doda at the Condor Club on Broadway.) Linda and I went into the Witches Hut with high hopes. We thought at the very least we would see a prostitute or a famous Beatnik! We were somewhat dismayed when all we saw were several “regular” women getting various things done to their hair.

We both asked for “up-do’s” and settled in for the shampoo, set, and the eventual high rise hairdo. Since we both had reasonably long hair, this was quite a process involving “ratting” “teasing” and/or “backcombing” our hair and frightening amounts of lacquer spray. We both apprised ourselves and each other at the completion of our appointments and thought the results were amazing. My hair rose to an astounding height, maybe twenty-four inches on top of my head, where my friend Linda’s hair was even higher (since she had more hair).

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12.04.2009
Jayne Martin
I just missed this era. But I do remember the ratted up hairdos. I wish I'd bought stalk in Aqua Net. I loved North Beach in the late 60's. Enrico's was my haunt of choice. What a great time that was.
12.04.2009
Janice Toepfer
I thought of this yesterday while walking my dog, Bell. This very tall kid in skinny jeans, heavy Metallica boots and a newly coiffed mohawk was riding his skate board to school. He was awesome. I hope his mother took a photo. Remembering the COOL days of youth.
11.30.2009
Janice Toepfer
Wow..the first Marge Simpsons! This was before my time, but I have seen the photos of my brother at prom and wondered how he managed the hair spray. One moments style trend is another OMG photo in an album, but it always makes us laugh. I wonder what the boys with shaved heads will think in 30 years? The 4 year olds sporting mohawks? The 60 year olds with sleeve tattoos explaining what they use to be before they turned into the river of wrinkled ink? I think they will laugh and remember the "cool" days past.
What a cool adventure for you and your friend! What a bubble "buster" you met on the bus home! I'm glad you shared this story!
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