[montag813]

My mom used a wooden spoon as my little bad ass, then she hung in on the wall in the kitchen. when I misbehaved, she needed only to point to it. I got the message.

[middie]

In raising our boys, a good part of which I was in places far away, she chose a system whereby the miscreant had to go outside and selct a ‘’switch’’ (a southern term for a narrow tree or schrub branch) for his own disciplinary whack. I mom wasn’t satisfied, the number increased until he chose one of appropriate length and thickness to enable her to adjust the punishment to fit the crime.

[LFOD]

My mother (RIP) kept two wooden yard sticks taped together, leaning up against the refrigerator.
When we got out of line anybody in the way of that “stick” got what was coming to them. She knew how to clear out a house of roughhousing disobedient boys.
Later in life she reminded me of “The Penguin” in The Blues Brothers.
I never so much as talked back to her to her dying day.