He did it for effect...I don't remember him being truly angry. But he schooled us in the finer arts of acceptable and good behavior through discipline and tough love.
Now, over a year after his passing, I find myself reminiscing on the wisdom of his upbringing and missing our conversation as adults and his always sound advise as we spoke of my own adult kids and their children...my grandchildren and his great grand children.
Somehow, we need to get those days back...to get that discipline, tough (true) love back into our society and do away with all of the liberal, mushy minded gobbledigook that has infected our society.
I believe we have a window of opportunity yet to get it back...but fear that a calamity of monstorous proportions awaits us as a self correction if we do not. You would have thought 911 was enough....but apparently not.
My dad was a study in self restraint. When I was a kid I did things that would've pissed off the Pope; however, prior to the administration of punishment, dad was always certain that I clearly understood that the ass-whoopin' I was about to receive was not the consequence of his anger, but of my misbehavior. Precious little else in life has ever been as clear or obvious.