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A Good Old Fashioned Spanking~

I had old-fashioned parents.  They had crazy ideas about them being the authority and I being under their authority.  I was expected to obey, without question, and without complaint.  And I did.
 
I only remember two spankings.  I know I must have had more.  I remember dad explaining to me when we lived in Fillmore- I [...]

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Trying to Help~

Why is it, that trying to help never actually helps?  I can name a number of times that I “tried to help” and made things worse but the one that stands out most in my mind was when mom was either in Missouri helping Grandpa or in Victorville helping Uncle Ron with his store.  Dad [...]

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My Deliberate Brattiness~

Odessa (the niece!) has inspired me to share the only deliberate brattiness that I can ever remember exhibiting.  I’m sure I had my moments like any child but I remember distinctly choosing to be a snot when I was seven or eight.
My sister Vyonie and her husband Kelly lived with us just before and just [...]

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My First Attempt at Poetry~

Wells Road Christian Academy
1982
 Mrs. Pugh published it in the church bulletin.  I’d forgotten about Mrs. Pugh.  Remind me to tell you about her and the “Barbie Bra.”  Another humiliating experience in my life.
When I think of my school
I think of a good school
A school by the golden rule.
(I wish I could remember this line but [...]

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The Bible Story~

One memory of my childhood didn’t make sense until I was an adult.  Ok, so a lot of them didn’t but this one in particular was one of those things that illustrate just how valuable wise and discerning parents truly are.
Mesa, Arizona.  John Hancock Academy.  Third grade.  Mrs. Rothlesburger’s classroom.
We were given an assignment.  It [...]

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Sally~

Who is Sally?  Why me!  Haven’t I ever told you that in addition to my unique name created by my father, I have a very common nickname that only my great grandmother called me.  Granny never could say or remember my name so she called me Sally whenever she referred to me by name.  I [...]

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