| A Man Of Few Words |
| My Dad was a man of few words but- when he talked, you had better be ready and close. For there were no repeats. or golleys or darns - especially when Dad spoke of the Holy Ghost. There were no grey areas, no room to fool around, or fudge a little bit here and there - when it came to Dad. Everything was in it's proper place, you paid attention or you certainly wished that you had. My brother blammed me and I blammed him back as much as I could when the chores were not done. Dad's leather belt hit home many a time even though I prayed the punishment wouldn't come. But, usually we would each get a few whacks on the back side, which was most times completely bare. That way Dad was sure he would get the culprit, it balanced out and was usually fair. written 5/04/2004 |
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