“Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.”
Today is cloudy and cold again. The weather is supposed to change tomorrow as we’ll have sun, but it will still be cold. Winter is firmly entrenched.
Henry’s collar has been found. It was in the pocket of the pants I had hung up in the closet the other day. When I took the pants out to wear yesterday, I wondered what was in the pocket. Surprise! Surprise! It was his collar. It was surprise, surprise again when Henry let me slip the collar over his head as was a Mr. Hyde day, a day Henry didn’t want to be near me. Today he is Doctor Jekyll.
When I was a kid, I was a bit feisty. I always had an answer for everything. My father never appreciated my quick retorts. I could see the veins in his neck pop when he got mad at me. My brother and I called it veining him out, and we competed to see who could vein him out the most. I think I won.
My mother threw things. I remember dodging a dictionary, but slippers were her favorite projectiles. They were our favorites too as they were easily evaded. That made my mother more than a bit testy so she started making us bring them back to her. We refused. That never went over too well so we’d bring them back under duress. She’d whack us, but it never really hurt. We’d pretend it did. Eventually she caught on and changed tactics. “I’m telling your father,” was next. That stopped us in our tracks.
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January 14, 2019 at 1:14 pm
Corporal punishment was metered out quite freely in my misbehaving youth but teachers who no doubt got their rocks off from pounding small boys. Shoes across the backside, rulers with metal edges to the head there was no limit to the pleasures they sought. Beaten for changing a fork (me) or getting a questions wrong were common place.
My Uncle Paulie and I attended the same school and faced the same criminal Straker – in today’s day and age he would go to jail. He would beat across the generations.
Once I got to Grammar School, it stopped around 13 and was replaced with endless detentions and writing lines.
January 14, 2019 at 4:42 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I had nuns, and they never touched us. They didn’t have to as we thought them scary. Our classrooms were filled with 40 or more kids, and we all pretty much obeyed, except for my brother. He once let a frog loose in the classroom. He was also a bit of a bully. If we complained about the nuns, my parents always sided with the nuns.
My sisters had some of the nuns I did in elementary school, and my sisters too were a bit afraid. The black habits were part of the scariness.
In high school, if we had detention, we had to copy from the Bible. I only got it once for talking on the stairs on my way to lunch. I was two steps from the bottom.
January 20, 2019 at 7:37 pm
Catholic girls are much too late
January 20, 2019 at 7:40 pm
Much too late for what?
January 21, 2019 at 2:32 pm
I dunno. Ask Billy Joel; Virginia.
January 21, 2019 at 2:40 pm
I have no idea why I didn’t think of this song.