Tuesday, August 5, 2014

52 Weeks of Sharing Our Memories - "You're Grounded!"

This post is part of the 52 Weeks of Writing our Memories by Lorine McGinnis Schulze at Olive Tree Genealogy who has challenged us to write our memories for our future generations.

I don't recall being grounded, but I was sent to my room for various infractions. I remember one time in particular. I'd been next door playing with a couple of my friends. I came home to get one of my dolls to take back over there. When I walked through the den, my mom asked me a question or said something to me. I gave her a sassy answer, so she sent me to my room. All I could think of was were my friends wondering what happened to me. I don't remember how long I stayed in my room, but it wasn't long. I remember constantly begging her to let me go play.

I don't remember ever getting a spanking, but according to my mom, I got them. She used to send my brothers outside to pick their own switches. She'd send them back out if they brought in one that she thought was insufficient. My brother Andy remembers bringing in a twig. And another time, he brought in a dead one so it would break if our mom used it. He was sent back out to get another one each time. Mom said she used to send me out, too, to pick mine, but I don't remember it. I got my mouth washed out with Ivory soap one time for egging my brother on to calling our mom a bad word. He got his washed out for saying it once, and I got mine washed out for telling him, "Say it again."

Here I am with my brother and partner in name-calling crime

My parents used to save the paddles that went to the ric-rac paddle game to spank us with, but I think it mainly served as a threat. Sometimes all they had to do was reach for it on the bookshelf in the den and we'd behave. I think it was mainly used on my brothers when it was used. If my parents spanked me with one, I've forgotten it. Andy drew a frowny face with tears on one of them. My parents kept it for years. I wonder what happened to it? I remember my dad saying sometimes, "Where's my belt?" as a threat, too. Although, it wasn't always a threat.

Since I don't remember getting spanked, it must mean that I was an angel (most of the time)!


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