In Search Of...

In addition to going to bed at 9:00 precisely every single night of my life and thereby calibrating my entire cellular infrastructure to shut down at said time, my mother allowed me only one hair style until I turned fourteen.
Straight, long, parted down the middle, no bangs.
In junior high, and I do believe specifically in eighth grade, my mom finally agreed to break with tradition. I was to have the following hair style...
Straight, long, parted down the middle with bangs.
As an added bonus my mother was (erroneously) convinced she was qualified to cut said bangs.
At the same time the Olympics were going on and there was a particular gymnast I believe to have been on the German team. She was roughly my age. She was a manly sort with thick bangs.
Her name was Dagmar Lurch.
To my recollection she did not medal.
I'm sure you've already figured out the point of this story. My mother made me look like Dagmar Lurch.
I've searched the net looking for Dagmar to see what she's up to and if her bangs have grown out yet. They may have, in fact, been a mere extension of her eyebrows.
I cannot find Dagmar causing my mother to accuse me of flights of fancy although she does admit to me exclaiming upon completion of my make-over,
"I look just like Dagmar Lurch!!"
This was not an exclamation of joy.
If anyone out there knows about Dagmar, remembers her, or can confirm her existence; please respond post-haste.
There is a chance I am spelling her name incorrectly. I think Dagmar is right, but consider Lurch, Lerch, Lyeurch, Luurroorch, etc.
I anxiously await your support in this matter.
Go Germany.
Jeremiah 7:29 Cut off your hair and throw it away; take up a lament on the barren heights, for the LORD has rejected and abandoned this generation that is under his wrath.