For my son and grandsons

This blog is for future generations to look at and try to understand a way of life that has disappeared in one generation. A life of simplicty and a life of adventure that only
can come from living with nature.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Spare the rod spoil the child

Uncle Ken told me a story the other day about the day he got three whippings in a day.
His teacher Adie Combs spanked him for goofing off in class and during the spanking he took off running out the door and heading for home. On his way home he began to think up a story that his dad would believe, he thought he had a good one. There in the tobacco beds was his dad working away. He asked “ son what are you doing here”? Why ain’t you in school? So Ken started telling his story as why he left school and the whole time he was talking grandpa was walking toward the creek bank and bent over and cut a switch and strolled back across the tobacco bed and began to whip him. And then told him to go back to school and that he would ask his sisters at supper if he returned. So he went back to school where Adie welcomed him back with another spanking, his third of the day.
Now that is parent / teacher support. Can you imagine the headlines and lawsuits today?

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