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99.9% of the time my dad was the most easy going, understanding man I ever knew. But, IF he ever called you "MISTER", it wasn't going to be a fun day for you!

He was an electrician for almost 40 years and had fingers the size of sausages. He had "the look" and would poke us in the chest. You'd swear he was gonna break a few ribs.

Luckily that only happened a couple times while growing up and I'm sure I deserved it.

This January will be 10 years since his passing from Alzheimer's. I wouldn't wish that disease on anybody!

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I have a very close friend that is in her late 70s. She is a hoot and a true southern lady. Her mother used to tell her “I’m gonna whip your ass till your nose bleeds!”

I didn’t want to see the fear in my family’s eyes like saw in siblings and mother. I’m sure it was in mine also. My little brother turned out to be like him, worthless piece of cshit, sister drawn to that type of man. That crap goes for generations. My mother had a college education, maybe she liked that kind of man. She was dead from ulcers at 37 from his bitching, beatings, etc. Us three kids had lots of accidents

I was a headstrong lil schitt.

Whenever my Dad got really frustrated with me and was about to lose it, he would call me a Bolshevick and/or start yelling in Italian. That was my clue to abscond to a distant locale. Pretty amusing thinking about it now, at the time very much less so.

“You’re not going to sit for a week.”

This applied to us and the neighbor kids. Different times back then.

If them far ants tear you up Im whoppin yor ace

If you fall into them hot coals and get burned, Im whoopin yor ace

If you break your arm again on that skateboard, you gonna gitchor ass whooped

Boy if you make fun of my emergency landing again in a hog lot, I’m whoopin yor ass

"Well little bird, you really [bleep] in your nest this time".

That’s AWESOME! Wish I had thought of that 😁

My pops was a good man. He passed when I was 13 and a day doesn’t go by I don’t miss him. His favorite saying was your a$$ is grass and I’m the lawnmower. I never got a whippin I didn’t deserve and I know I deserved more than I got.

Never said much - all you heard was leather clearing the loops of his Levi's.

"Gonna tan yer hide" although he rarely did. I deserved em all and more.

That was another favorite

Momma whupped our asses. Dad left us to go live with his other family when I was like 11 or 12. He was way too busy with Winston Reds, fluzy waitresses in greasy spoon cafes, and doing really poor Jim Reeves (his hero) imitations for whomever would listen.

Just knowing that you disappointed and let him down hurt worse than any whipping ever could.

Boy, when I get my hands on you you're gunna wish you could crawl back in that hole you came from.

My dad was easy going, not much bothered him. Tell him a lie and he would go hulk on you! Always saying, remember this, because if you don't,, it's the buggy whip. Only got the buggy whip once, mom put a stop to it, she knocked him in the head, with a cast iron skillet. When my uncle found out he nick named dad, Skillet Head. Half the family called dad, Skillet, until he passed away.

My Dad never gave a warning when he put the belt across my rear end. Some times Mom informed him that was enough.

The only so called warnings I got was a fist just hard enough to get my attention upside my head or his foot socker style against my rear end followed by " don't let me catch you doing that again". I knew it was time to do something else that was more acceptable.

"You ever do that again, I'll hit you so hard your clothes will be out of style when you wake up".........Never wanted to see if he really meant it or not....