Saturday, January 24, 2009

Mom and the County Fair Man

Off to the county fair we would go, mom and her six kids in tow. It was a wonderful adventure for us as children because we didn't get to go out much since there were so many of us and it was expensive to do much. The only other thing besides church I can remember was the drivein movies where mom would pop a grocery sack of popcorn and mix 5 gallons of lemon/limeaid. At the fair we would look at the animals and things there to see. It was quite an adventure until we would come around the corner to the yardstick man. I think he felt sorry for our mother with all the kids. He remembered her year after year and would supply her with at least a box of yardsticks everytime we came. I wonder if he knew that she would go home and break them on our padded behinds. We used to pad our butts before we would make her mad with Highlight magazines. I am sure the county fair man did. Yes as children we were spanked. We still laugh about making mom chase us around a round coffee table we had so she could spank us. Not only did she have to chase us demon children but if she did catch us to spank us she would break the blood vessels in her hands. It didn't hurt us at all and was all in great fun that we would do things to get her mad. The yardsticks came in handy since mom could only break so many blood vessels before she couldn't use her hands. The only problem is she wasn't a very good aim with the yardsticks and would end up cracking them while in midstream against a piece of furniture that just got in the way. Mom would then declare if we did not stop the running and take our punishment that she would tell DAD when he got home. We would stop in midstride and beg her to beat us. We still laugh to this day and yes I have used the threat, just wait till your father gets home.

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  1. This is so funny, and it brings back memories of my own spankings -- or lack thereof. My parents say I jumped so high they could never hit me! We used to have to pick our own switches. My sister, who refused to cry, would switch her own legs all the way home just to show my parents that they couldn't hurt her! I wasn't that brave -- or that dumb!

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