Posted on 01/25/2025 9:37:31 AM PST by DFG
My dad used a wooden spoon. Very effective
my dad had a 3 foot wide belt with glass and nails and rusty screws embedded in it- well, at least that is what it seemed like
“Today, the kids would call child and family services and get a restraining order on Daddy.”
AKA “CPS”
I raised my daughter in WA state
This sort of retribution is taught in schools there.
I spanked my daughter a few times, sometimes I did not as I used other means eg restrictions, loss of allowance, to correct her youthful objections to our house/home rules for her.
But she always understood that if she called CPS, she just as well move on to the streets of Seattle. She saw what happened to two of my female cousins that did that to “Dad”.
One died a heroine addict, the other went for years in dire straights of poverty and God knows what else.
She died at age 50.
Raising kids is not easy, there are no schools.
Especially in today’s society of so many broken homes.
had a waitress we used to give a hard time to- she woudl say “I’ll kick you so hard that you’ll think your socks are turtle necks”
My dad would take the boys downstairs. He never struck us girls. Said a man never hit a woman regardless of age. We didn’t get off Scot free though. Remember sent to room and the worse I’m ashamed of you. That would always get me crying.
Yup. I lived it!
Wide Belt Or Skinny?
My Dad was a Barber-—Yuppers!
In-between but more wide than not.
You are right. I think the Boomers are the last generation to really get that. It’s a great visual!
Here is another: "I'm gonna put my foot so far up your ass, the water on my knee will quench your thirst."
Lol !!!
Kicking a child with a work boot? Beating a kid with a barber’s strap? I hope you didn’t keep that tradition alive in your family. If I ever saw a parent kick a child with a work boot I’d be on the line to CPS in a heartbeat.
I copied that kick line from someone else.
Lyrics from the opening of “Wait Until Your Father Gets Home”:
I love my Mum and Dad and my brothers too,
And the groovy way we get along,
But every time the slightest little thing goes wrong,
Mum starts to sing this familiar song.
Wait till your father gets, until your father gets,
Wait till your father gets home.
Dad’s not so bad, and he seldom gets mad,
And we aren’t about to desert him.
Kids today like to have their own way,
And what Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
I think my Mum’s just swell, but she starts to yell,
Everytime we have a ruck,
Just wait till your father gets, until your father gets,
Wait till your father gets home.
You see what I mean? Wait till your father gets home.
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