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Noshoot said:
My mom too. While belts were certainly utilized a lot ... she was raising 3 boys by herself in the projects. If it was close at hand .. we were beat with it. There was sometimes bleeding involved but you know what .. we all grew up ok , aint got no baby mommas and got good jobs. Whats a little blood letting!
Still .. there is something about that doubled over belt that strikes fear in my heart. If the teacher had to call from school .. it was better not to go home because she was already armed with that doubled over belt and it wasnt going to be good :naughty:
You guys have no idea the fear that a single chancla can instill!
so a somewhat amusing anecdote regarding beatings .. I hope I am not hijacking the thread.
My mother was a big woman. No not very tall .. rather short but must have weighed close to 250lbs. Today she would be considered average judging by what I see at frys but ..
Anyway .. back in the day your supermarket didnt get prepackaged meat. There were butchers in the back and carcasses hanging on hooks and they made the chopped meat right there and so on. Some stuff came in buckets and I remember the horror when I had to separate out chitlins from a 5 gal bucket or when I had to bag chickens as they came in huge boxes full of ice and you had to jam your hands into it like david carradine in kung fu and after a couple hours of that your hands were cut and raw. I must have been 9 or 10 maybe.
So my mom was responsible for wrapping the boats of meat, weighing the individual packages and putting the price on them all while in a feezer but then she was also responsible for loading the cases and taking out the old meat. She would go out with a U boat full of several trays of the freashly wrapped meat and each tray was easy about 50 lbs.
She did this all day. She took any overtime they offered because she had three boys and no man. While we were still stuck in the projects it was a good union job she lucked into.
So she was tired and ornery pretty much all the time and the very worst thing in the world that could happen was a call from the teacher.
Back then .. parents didnt coddle their kids and argue with the teacher. If the teacher called, her word was gold and that was that. The teacher would call about 4pm and my mother didnt leave work until about 7 after 12 hours so she had time to get good and worked up.
So I knew it was coming and I was terrified. So she walks in and starts yelling .. she grabs a sponge mop from the wood end and is swinging the metal end at me. Its Christmas time and we have the tree up in the living room and gifts are already under it.
As a 10 year old .. there was NO way this large woman is going to get hold of me as I dart and maneuver runningaround the tree. I am young and spry and fast. Suddenly .. like Kong my mother decided enough was enough and this large woman goes straight ahead THROUGH THE TREE and stomping on the packages. The tree hits the ground, ornaments break, packages are crumbled under foot and I knew .. that day .. my world had gone sideways!!
I have seen and been a part of a lot of violence while on this planet .. I still remember that day with horror!
Thanks Mom .. might have been a different person without those beatings and not for the better.
My mother was a big woman. No not very tall .. rather short but must have weighed close to 250lbs. Today she would be considered average judging by what I see at frys but ..
Anyway .. back in the day your supermarket didnt get prepackaged meat. There were butchers in the back and carcasses hanging on hooks and they made the chopped meat right there and so on. Some stuff came in buckets and I remember the horror when I had to separate out chitlins from a 5 gal bucket or when I had to bag chickens as they came in huge boxes full of ice and you had to jam your hands into it like david carradine in kung fu and after a couple hours of that your hands were cut and raw. I must have been 9 or 10 maybe.
So my mom was responsible for wrapping the boats of meat, weighing the individual packages and putting the price on them all while in a feezer but then she was also responsible for loading the cases and taking out the old meat. She would go out with a U boat full of several trays of the freashly wrapped meat and each tray was easy about 50 lbs.
She did this all day. She took any overtime they offered because she had three boys and no man. While we were still stuck in the projects it was a good union job she lucked into.
So she was tired and ornery pretty much all the time and the very worst thing in the world that could happen was a call from the teacher.
Back then .. parents didnt coddle their kids and argue with the teacher. If the teacher called, her word was gold and that was that. The teacher would call about 4pm and my mother didnt leave work until about 7 after 12 hours so she had time to get good and worked up.
So I knew it was coming and I was terrified. So she walks in and starts yelling .. she grabs a sponge mop from the wood end and is swinging the metal end at me. Its Christmas time and we have the tree up in the living room and gifts are already under it.
As a 10 year old .. there was NO way this large woman is going to get hold of me as I dart and maneuver runningaround the tree. I am young and spry and fast. Suddenly .. like Kong my mother decided enough was enough and this large woman goes straight ahead THROUGH THE TREE and stomping on the packages. The tree hits the ground, ornaments break, packages are crumbled under foot and I knew .. that day .. my world had gone sideways!!
I have seen and been a part of a lot of violence while on this planet .. I still remember that day with horror!
Thanks Mom .. might have been a different person without those beatings and not for the better.
Tenring
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:clap: :lol:Boriqua said:so a somewhat amusing anecdote regarding beatings .. I hope I am not hijacking the thread.
My mother was a big woman. No not very tall .. rather short but must have weighed close to 250lbs. Today she would be considered average judging by what I see at frys but ..
Anyway .. back in the day your supermarket didnt get prepackaged meat. There were butchers in the back and carcasses hanging on hooks and they made the chopped meat right there and so on. Some stuff came in buckets and I remember the horror when I had to separate out chitlins from a 5 gal bucket or when I had to bag chickens as they came in huge boxes full of ice and you had to jam your hands into it like david carradine in kung fu and after a couple hours of that your hands were cut and raw. I must have been 9 or 10 maybe.
So my mom was responsible for wrapping the boats of meat, weighing the individual packages and putting the price on them all while in a feezer but then she was also responsible for loading the cases and taking out the old meat. She would go out with a U boat full of several trays of the freashly wrapped meat and each tray was easy about 50 lbs.
She did this all day. She took any overtime they offered because she had three boys and no man. While we were still stuck in the projects it was a good union job she lucked into.
So she was tired and ornery pretty much all the time and the very worst thing in the world that could happen was a call from the teacher.
Back then .. parents didnt coddle their kids and argue with the teacher. If the teacher called, her word was gold and that was that. The teacher would call about 4pm and my mother didnt leave work until about 7 after 12 hours so she had time to get good and worked up.
So I knew it was coming and I was terrified. So she walks in and starts yelling .. she grabs a sponge mop from the wood end and is swinging the metal end at me. Its Christmas time and we have the tree up in the living room and gifts are already under it.
As a 10 year old .. there was NO way this large woman is going to get hold of me as I dart and maneuver runningaround the tree. I am young and spry and fast. Suddenly .. like Kong my mother decided enough was enough and this large woman goes straight ahead THROUGH THE TREE and stomping on the packages. The tree hits the ground, ornaments break, packages are crumbled under foot and I knew .. that day .. my world had gone sideways!!
I have seen and been a part of a lot of violence while on this planet .. I still remember that day with horror!
Thanks Mom .. might have been a different person without those beatings and not for the better.
Tenring
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Tenring
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There was no "wait until your father gets home" in my house either. Shit was handled looong before he got home. My mom is 4'11". She had to used "weapons" as my bothers and I were bigger than her around age 8. Her tool of choice was a Rubbermaid spatula, and she always had new ones. They were constantly getting broken over our asses.... LolNoshoot said:
The last time my mother slapped me, I said "thanks I needed that".
We both laughed and from them on my dad took care of smacking me.
We both laughed and from them on my dad took care of smacking me.
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