May 3, 2007
My mother used to tell me Iíd be spanked to death if I didnít obey. I donít remember once being spanked. Except the time my mother raised a wooden spoon over my rear and landed it softly after several minutes describing the pain due to me for being rowdy. She often invoked the power of my father, a man who lifted weights to take his mind off of her, and would show me his razor strop. The strop was my grandfathers, perhaps even my great-grandfatherís. Things like that stay in my family. So do the memories, and kind, gentle natures.