Sunday, July 27, 2014
Playing on the roof
This is a story that
I do not have any recollection of except that I heard my dad tell it on more
than one occasion. It was the only time that I received a whipping from my
father. On the farm that we lived at the time there was a smoke house which was
a small building in which to smoke and store pork. My sister and brother who
were older than me would help me to get on top of the roof so we could play. My
dad told us a time or too that we were not to do that but they keep on doing it
so he told them the next time I catch you on the roof I will give you a
whipping. True to child like action they keep doing it but would watch for him
and get down before he could see them. One day they got busy playing and by the
time they saw him he had already saw us. They were just getting me down when he
came upon them. He said he gave us all a whipping, but realized after that he
should not have given me a whipping because I could not have gotten on the roof
without their putting me there. While I don’t remember the incident it might
have made such an impression on my young mind that I never did disobey my
father and never remember receiving a whipping from him. I do have memory of
many a whipping from my mother. My mother never gave spankings. That is far too
tame a word for what she gave to us children. They were whippings and when she
was through you knew you had been whipped.
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