woodshed

[Jeannie]

Hi Girls
Growing up in the fifties and sixties was great.If I did something wrong my Mother,being Italian would wack me with a big wooden spoon. My wife Mini's Mom ,Carmella would bite her on the arm but that's how those Sicilians are.
Maybe I'm wrong but back in the day there were consequences for bad behavior. The teachers and Principals were tough and there was command and control.
My wife Mini teaches 5th grade in an inner city school in Waterbury. These kids are in the "Future Criminals of America Club" They say the F word to the teachers and their parents come in and support them. If I ever did that I wouldn't be posting here because my Father would of killed me after my Mother hit me with the wooden spoon.
Today every kid is special. You can't tell the truth or you get fired. You give them a crack on their backside and they call their lawyer and have you arrested for child abuse. My Grandfather Luigi is rolling in his grave. He raised 8 kids with a strap. They all turned out to be responsible people with respect who knew right from wrong the hard way.
All these so called experts today on raising children don't know sh-- from shinola ladies. Yeah. Make them feel special. Like that worked! Look at our society and schools today. Get a grip!
Tom Brokaw said it best"The Greatest Generation" I'll leave you with a song by Neil McCoy"Last of a dying breed". The intro is by General Tommy Franks about his Dad Ray. Give it a listen on Goggle. It's a killer song. Hugs.

Love
Jeannie

My name's Tommy Franks, an' my Daddy's name was Ray.
Ray was a farm boy, a cowboy an' a banker.
A clerk, a roughneck, a driller,
A long-haul driver, a soldier an' a mechanic.
He was also a friend to everybody he ever met.
Ray taught me the value of Faith an' family,
The American flag, hard work, honesty an' a good dog.
I hope my Daddy Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed.

Last of a dying breed

He's a cold beer drinker, a buck deer hunter:
The best friend a dog ever had.
A post-hole-digger, a mint Skoal dipper,
John Deere cap supportin' man.
With a house on a hill and a pond in the field,
Surrounded by a mess of corn rows.
Makes a livin' from his labor, gives credit to the Maker,
He's somebody everybody knows.

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he will go down in history:
As the last, the last of the:

Overall wearers, farmer tan terrors,
Down at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, ripe tomato pickers,
Hay balers loadin' trailers in the Fall.
Fruit stand sellers, town square dwellers,
Who gather at The Dairy Queen at dawn.
Everybody knows him an' everybody loves him:
God, I'm gonna miss him when he's gone.

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he will go down in history:
As the last, the last of a dying breed.

(Last of a dying breed.)
He's a hard-working family man.
(Last of a dying breed.)

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he will go down in history:
As the last, the last of a dying breed.
Of a dying breed.
Of a dying breed.
Of a dying Breed.

[Caith]

More fun than a barrel of trannies. A great expression Jeannie, I'll have to find a place to use it.

I didn't think you could fit that many automobile transmissions into a barrel. And besides, what kind of fun would that be, anyway?

[Jeannie]

Hi Hon
That reminds me. What's the difference between humor and odor?
I'll give you a hint. Humor is a shift of wit. Hugs.

Love
Jeannie

[Absaroka]

Although I agree with Jeannie that our society has gotten far too indulgent and that there needs to be a lot more discipline and respect, the good old days weren't all that great either. My mom used the wooden spoon also, which I still think was reasonable, but folks I know who had to endure the electrical cord across a bare butt never seem to think this was a real good thing. Most of them didn't do that to their kids. Personally I went with my fathers philosophy and never hit my kids with anything except my hand. I stopped with my oldest when she was about 10 because she made it a point of honor to laugh if I hit her fairly hard and I didn't feel right about hitting her any harder. By then taking the tv away was more effective anyway.


I went to school in the Midwest for a while. Teachers there could hit the students. It didn't do much good. By middle school it was sort of a contest among the boys as to who got hit the hardest.

Absaroka