[captain spaulding]

My grandpa had zero tolerence for children, let alone any who would whine, cry, or scream. When his kids were little, the method of keeping them quiet, was a razor strap across the ass. Or another favorite was what was refered to as a switch... The Lilac trees made a wonderful switch. It produced the same effect as the razor strap. Quiet kids. I remember my aunt telling me a story, of how when they were little, they were upstairs in their bedroom talking, and laughing, when from downstairs, came a voice, telling them to shutup or he'd come up there and shut them up, himself. So, the one sister told the other one, if you don't want him to come up here, just pretend you are crying. Well, the one sister could do this, however my aunt tried, and up he came with the razor strap inhand, and said "Laugh at me, will you?" He thought she was laughing at him. I thought he would have mellowed over the years. He had a meathook hanging in the house, and he always told me, that if i went any further than that meathook, he'd hang me up on that hook. Those were the good ole days. You wouldn't dare try that today, however.