Thread: Do You Want The Strop?

First Yorkshireman: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

Second Yorkshireman: Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.

Third Yorkshireman: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.

All: Aye, they won't.

Regards,
Neil

Well, Neil, le me tell you...........!

Originally Posted by Neil Miller

And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.

All: Aye, they won't.

Regards,
Neil

Nope. Nope.

My fathers favorite target was the head. Open hand, back hand, closed fist, take you pick. But the shot was coming at you right between the eyes. It wasn't fun but when I would get into fights at school id laugh at my opponent and say, that's the best you got!? But my wife asked me not long ago why her brother had such a tendency to be such an ass at times since no one else in the family tended to do that. I told her that it's because her father always let him get away with it and never stopped him.

You guys got me remembering how my Dad would say to us (my half brothers and I) "you better straighten up or there's gonna be an ass blistering coming!" sorta makes me chuckle now when I think of it but it was true fear back then boy. I thank the good Lord that I never received such a "blistering" but my step brother was not always so fortunate ......Oh the screams .

Yea, used to tell my grandson how easy he had it and how I walked 5 miles to school in the snow with a 50 pound backpack of books. He would nod his head, imagining the horrors.

Then one day when he was about 6, he said, Gram pa, I thought you grew up in California?

“Yea, buddy I did”.

“It doesn’t snow in California”.

“Yea, baby… that was before…Global Warming”.

He pooched his lips in a frown, and nodded his head slowly, the look on his face, “I think I’m getting bamboozled here”.

I too suffered the lash. My fathers implements included a cat'O'9 tails the belt, the bullwhip. and of course a meaty appendage that could only be called a hand due to its position at the end of his arm. There is getting a whupping, and then there is being beaten into submission. I feel for any of you that were ever beaten bloody. Sometimes I think I shave with a straight simply because it provides me both a feeling of control that I never had in my youth, and because it was something my father could (or would) not do. Its soothing to my soul. =)

The voice of little Lord Scrum ,made his relatives chuckle and hum. What pitch they did cry it's the switch, that his Nanny applies to his bun !

My dad used an open hand on my rear while holding me in the air by an arm. There was no spinning him around Usually, however after two or three swats, my mom would beg him to stop and he would.

My mom used a very flimsy yardstick, and my brother and I would scream bloody murder even though we couldn't even feel it. That way, she'd tell dad she had spanked us and we'd evade his more painful discipline, but we did have endure "the look".

Oh yeah! You had to squall and put on a show. Try to force some tears, even. If it wasn't hurting, it got worse!
My ass had calluses back then!