Hahahahahahahahaha!
When we were kids back in the early sixties (we had six, and my dad was at sea most of the time, so you can imagine how stressed out my mom was) we would call my mom “Old Leadfoot”.
When we were acting up, she would take that 1964 Chrysler New Yorker station wagon with the 500 cubic inch engine up to about 100 mph, and we would cry “Mom! Slow down!” with tears in our eyes, and she would yell back “I’m not slowing down until you behave!”
And we would behave.
Now, she would likely be in jail for child abuse!
(She lined us all up one day, and pretended to call an orphanage to take us, because she couldn’t handle us anymore! Bawling, we cried “Mom! Please don’t send us to the orphanage!”
LOL, I admire her originality! (God rest her soul!)
LOL! Great stories. Thanks. :)
I absolutely loved that story of your mom giving you and your siblings a Hell Ride. Shades of something Betty Draper from Mad Men would do. I miss the way it used to be.
One story from my youth happened during summer break. My stay-at-home mom wanted us to stop playing under the sprinkler for no good reason... probably because of the noise we were making outside and she had a headache. We ignored her... and the next time the kitchen door opened she came out and cut the garden hose with a carving knife.
That same green gardenhose to this day has that hose repair splicer on it on the day mom cut the hose.