Thread: Do You Want The Strop?

Originally Posted by Razorfaust

My father was a nuclear power plant engineer from Romania he never used a straight razor, he used a DE in his youth and switched to an electric razor and never looked back. He did however like to use those skinny leather belts popular in the early sixties to woop the ass of his misbehaving son, Mother had a penchant for exotic hand carved wooden spoons she was ethnically German and believed in rigor and discipline. In retrospect I wish it would of been a strop I would of got a hold of it eventually because I don't like skinny belts and electric razors.

Did he work a Cernavoda (sp?). I had a friend who was a teacher for the kids of the AECL workers who built that place.

Originally Posted by Orville

Did he work a Cernavoda (sp?). I had a friend who was a teacher for the kids of the AECL workers who built that place.

Those reactors are Modern in comparison built in I believe the 90's and later to the old research reactors I believe he worked on. His last post was with IFA (Institut Fizica Atomica)Bucharest. He left the country 1969.

My dad was mild mannered. My mother, on the other hand, was a true example of a red head and a redhead's anger. She was 4'11' tall, oldest of four girls, worked side by side with my dad in our grocery store, kept a neat house and any infraction by myself or two older brothers was met with the meanest, tightest snap of a damp dish towel as we tried to get away from her. I think I would have preferred a swat with a strop 'cause that towel really did sting for a good time after each snap.

Nope never got hit by my folks, the "look" was enough, but the Nuns, good lord…

Sister Martina was like a freakin ninja with a thick wooden yardstick. The Matrix dude hand nothing on her…

I think, they used to train Marines, how to fight dirty during the summers, to keep in shape...

Originally Posted by Euclid440

Nope never got hit by my folks, the "look" was enough, but the Nuns, good lord…

Sister Martina was like a freakin ninja with a thick wooden yardstick. The Matrix dude hand nothing on her…

I think, they used to train Marines, how to fight dirty during the summers, to keep in shape...

I had a nun so mad she one time ran through a row of empty desks to smack me with a ruler...they parted miraculously. Another one smacked me in the face as hard as she could while I stood in front of the entire class....I mean she wound up and open palmed me. It stung and my eyes 'watered.' She later became my biggest supporter, Sister Merriam Joseph. Funny start though....say Diamond Bar, CA......I used to cross Milsap Bar to take a trail down to the Feather to trout fish....lots of good memories and a couple of bad ones from that beautiful canyon.
(Forgot which one) but I remember seeing Diamond Bar somewhere.....I live on the East Coast now near the town I grew up in....kind of like a salmon migrating upstream to mate and die......

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.

Originally Posted by Euclid440

Nope never got hit by my folks, the "look" was enough, but the Nuns, good lord…

Sister Martina was like a freakin ninja with a thick wooden yardstick. The Matrix dude hand nothing on her…

I think, they used to train Marines, how to fight dirty during the summers, to keep in shape...

That is no lie. I went to a private school & a nun, the math teacher, had a 3 sided, triangular yardstick.......................talk about hurt!!!!!!!!!!!

Originally Posted by engine46

That is no lie. I went to a private school & a nun, the math teacher, had a 3 sided, triangular yardstick.......................talk about hurt!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't blame my parents one bit for the discipline I got. These days, CPS steps in which I totally disagree with.
As for the private school, there were nuns & regular teachers but the principal was a nun & I was sent to her office a few times. She had a paddle & you would get "pops".

Then in high school, one day I ran through a locker room door in the gym, knocking down the janitor on the other side, all right in front of a coach. He was the strictest one too. He had a paddle about 24" x 4" x 1". He told me to grab my ankles & I got ten "pops"! I'll never forget that.