Mixed emotions on the "beat you in school" My daughter was a very meek, good grades girl, came home with black & blue. I told the teacher that if it ever happened again I would promptly come up there and do the same to her. After a discussion the principal was told the same thing. That brought a visit from the police. I explained that it would solve the problem if the teacher kept her hands of my daughter. Never had it come up again. I was convincing, so were the police, but I convinced them that it would still be an even swap, regardless of the consequences.

 

Just wanted to clarify the last post a little, I had five kids, they had a nickname for me "the heavy hand" all it took was a note from the school. It worked well, no dope problems, drinking problems, no police records, I'm proud of my kids.

 

Staying on the theme of punishment for a bit longer. For years I attended a two room country school where about 5 grades were taught. The principle used to use one of those wooden blackboard pointers on the guys that misbehaved. He was allowed to give us up to 'six of the best'. I earned six many times. My mother's punishment tool of choice was a large kitchen spoon for my three sisters and I. Man, did that thing sting!!! She broke many a wooden spoon on me. Did I deserve the punishement? Darn right I did! Of course I loudly cried it was not my fault etc sat the time, but to no avail. Did it damage or warp my poor little fragile emotions, physce, or whatever else the shrinks call it? Not in the least. I know I deserved what I received and consequently made sure I did not do the same thing again because I knew worse would come.
The Bible says, spare the rod and spoil the child. I am living proof that it works. Not sparing the rod when I deserved it, kept me straight.

Remember:
One or two room schools?
Squeeky chalk?
Blackboard erasers?
Blackboards?
Cleaning erasers to curry favor with the teacher?
Wooden blackboard pointers.
Pen nibs and ink?
Making darts from pen nibs?
Punishment meant being told to sit next to a girl?
Walking barefoot at school all day?
Dipping a girls pigtails in the ink?
Blotting paper?
No watches?
When riding your bike to school was expected?

Better quit. I'm getting too nostalgic.

 

Yeah, the principal never had to exercise his "priveledge" but that was because I knew if I screwed up and got it at school, I would get it twice at home, Once when i got home, and once when DAD got home.

Same thing happened in high school, except no beatings. I couldn't screw around too much on the weekend because A LOT of people in this county know my parents, well, AND knew my truck (it used to be dad's). Kept me in check, but didn't keep me from doing stupid things after the sun went down

I was raised by parents like Haulin', if you couldn't tell that already, and very proud and happy that I was. I don't have to worry about little things like dope, and drinking, and the police because I know how I'm supposed to act and treat others.

I've got too much riding on my life to go out and screw it up

Chris

 

Great look back, thanks for the link.

I love the "time out" crowd.

Every severely misbehaved child I know is disciplined with time out.

When I misbehaved I was told to stop.

If that didn't work I was sent to my room.

If that didn't work I was spanked.

If that didn't work I was whipped with a belt.

If that didn't work I was spanked with a drum stick.

That ALWAYS worked. I never found out what came next.

I'm very grateful that my parents were willing to do whatever was necessary to insure that I understood what was and was not acceptable behavior.

One thing that I NEVER heard from my mother was "wait till your father gets home."

Thank the lord.

 

I still have one unmarried daughter.........What are you doing next weekend?

 

Stan, grades one through six was in a two room school house. Two rows of seats for each grade. Shoes came off on the way home. Lets see.... up hill in the snow both ways... no not really, downhill on the way home.

 

Wow! Does this thread bring back memories. My first car was a 1961 Plymouth Fury convertible: push-button auto transmission, rounded-off rectangle steering wheel, and chrome bullet-shaped taillights. Makes me wish I had a time machine!

DeWain

 

Same here with my 1952 Mercury Montery two door hardtop with a flathead V8.

Hmmmm, I've had a lot of cars and trucks I wish I had back now.

 

That was cool nice work yah the daily grind is crazy tough to just slow down and enjoy

 

Thanks for the trip down memory lane, I remember all of those things. Hopefully we will all have many more to look back on!!!

 

I remember bazooka gum....

 

Man, I remember all those things...........I would go back if I could.

 

I scored pretty high on the test. There's only a few things I did not experience or remember. AAHHHHH the sixties!!!!!! Pure muscle and HorsePower. My 66 Galixy 7 litre edition was the 3rd fastest car in town, only beaten by a 67 BB vette and a 68 hemi charger. Wish I still had it!!!!Had lots of fun and had the driving record to prove it!!!!

 

Well....... Don't think I'll be driving to Texas!

Long way out there, wait a minute, Texas girl's, sound's like my kind of place

Meet in the middle, we'll call it a deal

Gettin'myselfintosomethingIcan'tgetoutoff
Chris