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When I was a kid I only got my mouth washed out with soap once!! How did you do??
dreher
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I got spanked by each of my parents, numerous school teachers but never a principle.
Never wore, to this day, did I ever wear a bicycle helmet, I played with mercury in 7th and 8th grade science class , went back into multiple football games after serious concussions and I never had a problem!!
Except for this twitching I got that started like 20 years ago.
Any ideas what this twitching might be??
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My mouth was washed out with soap twice: once for using the word damn and the second time for using the word hell. The second time was worse because I had to take a bite out of a bar of soap and chew it 😫.
Got my mouth washed out a few times, got spanked with dad’s belt numerous times, was put in a clothes hamper once for putting a chicken in a quart jar! I was a bad * kid for sure!
I got to the point of looking forward to it,,,
I liked to eat soap. Irish Spring was my favorite. Bubble butt for sure in the pond or tub.
No soap...Just whomped good when I had it coming...and a couple times for what my brother did !! 😲
I got my knuckles smacked by Sister Rose Edward. She used a ruler with the metal edge. Someone told her I talked back to another Nun at our Catholic School. It drew blood. I didn't talk back, I gave her a look.
been there done that ahh the good ol days😝
I never got my mouth washed out with soap or even spanked as a kid. It was later in life that things turned ugly.
My dad told me the story about when he was a boy and was called to the principals office for some discipline.
The principal had a large paddle and was slapping himself on the thigh while talking to my dad. He had a box of strike anywhere matches in his pocket that caught fire! Needless to say, dad was spared the harsh discipline that day.
I would rather not dredge up those old memories.
Joe
never experienced and soap . but being hit with belts and switches was a way of life for me growing up some times I had more red welts from being hit at random on the legs arms and back than I room for , that was at home I think it was a tradition passed on by the southern families , beat the kids for any reason any doubt about punishment . heck just beat them any way .. mom would hit us with what ever was close a belt a switch a shoe even a piece of hot wheels race track any thing witn in reach was turned into a whipping tool 😲
at school I had more than a few teachers whacking me on the butt with so called" paddles" usually the shop teachers made all the way from 1st grade thru 9th grade . a math teacher had holes drilled in his paddle for effect LOL
in school my biggest down fall was fighting ( besides being caught ) was being a small kid I got beat up picked on daily by the other kids now they would be called bully's and seemed like every time I retaliated which was way too many times I would be the one busted by a teacher walking the halls .
I had a 6th grade math teacher that was practicing to be a POW camp guard . he would make us kids hold books out at arms length all during his class drop you arm wack get that book back up there stand in the waste basket and hold the books any one get caught chewing gum it would get stuck in a small circle on the black board at the highest point your face could reach on your tip toes relax back on your feet wack back up there with your nose in the circle until class is over he had more but those are the more common and ones I remember but you only did it once and funny I still remember him LOL because of it
long gone are the days of a teacher even touching aa kid
I remember in 8th grade the jim teacher got fed up with a fried of mines mouth , grabbed him by the shirt collars slammed him into the lockers a couple times and I think was just about to beat the crap out of the kid but backed off
oh the good old school memories no wonder I don't miss them
The soap mouth washing thing was used as a threat by my mom but she never actually did it to us kids. As a matter of memory facts, she never even spanked us.
She was pretty good about one threat she made that turned all of the other feeble threats into true fear though!
"Just wait until your father gets home!!!" The stinging bite of my dads belt on my * helped to make me the Honest Patriotic American Tax payer that I am today! 😁
Dad wore a belt and Mom usually had a fly swatter within reach.
mom went through more yardsticks than I can remember, whenever we were out shopping in those days stores gave out yardsticks free for advertising, mom would grab one every chance she got, and she would wear them out on either me or my brother, one year G.C. Murphy's gave out really thick ones at least 3/16ths if not half inch thick, I hated that store till the day they closed, I might have a reverse G C Murphy imprint still on my butt.................
I also got lickins with what ever was handy, be it yardstick, broom, belt, razor strop, but we had a big apple tree and Mom had the limbs pruned off as high as she could reach, when it finally blew over the family said “ it died because of all the switches Mom had tore off to whip me with.
Secondly we had an old old lilac near the side door and Mom would grab suckers off it also to whip me with and they did sting and sometimes cut, I still pack a scar on my left wrist from one. Her aim wasn’t greatest, so anything from the knees to the ear lobes was in the target area.
I guess I was an inventive, opportunistic, and adventurous child as I can’t recall being whipped for the same thing twice and I deserved every one that I got and only got half as many as I actually deserved.
I miss you Mom RIP
Mule
I can remember a couple of times with the soap............at school, I got swats with a big * paddle (my parents never saw fit to sue the principal or the school)..........I also had a baby-sitter who was a granny (as perceived by me)......and that old bitty used to make me get a switch for my own whipping off the crab apple tree.😁
Never had the soap punishment. I can not remember my mom ever spanking me but my dad was a different story. My mom would just say, "If you don't straighten up, I am going to tell your Dad when he gets home." Many times of dancing circles under the living room light with him having ahold of my left upper arm and going in circles with him swinging a belt. He was very precise with that belt, always the butt and never upper legs or lower back.
My fifth grade teacher (Year 1974) was well known for being deadly accurate with a chalk board eraser. If he saw you talking to someone in class, he would reach behind him and get the eraser from the ledge of the chalk board and fire it at you in a heartbeat.
Sounds like my 7th grade social studies teacher. You were not safe anywhere in that classroom...😲
Mom nor dad never spanked me, or washed my mouth out with soap.
Best I can remember I most likely need an * busting a few times and a cuss word was never heard from either one so I did not have a model to follow.
Now my uncle, cuss, cuss, cuss. When I was around him and then I went home mom and dad said to never talk like Uncle Hurst.
Joke alert.
Little Johnny and his sister Sally were practicing cussing. Their mom called them down for breakfast. Mom asked Sally what she wanted for breakfast, reply, give me a bowl of da&^ cornflakes. Off to the sink for a soap tasting. Mom came back and asked Johnny what he wanted for breakfast, Johnny said I sure don't want no da^& cornflakes. You know the rest of the story.
Sure got my butt beat alot at home with what ever mom could grab. Didn't like the metal spoon with the holes in it. Had a poke a dot butt a few times. Then you got it again when dad got home. Soap wasn't bad, but hot pepper sauce was. Until I got used to it. Then in high school we had a gentleman who walked the halls. Looking for trouble makers. His title was discipline effect of students. He was an ex di. He caught me so many times doing wrong. I think I hold record for consecutive days of detention. I finally made him a friend. I knew how to fold a flag. So I would put it up an take it down every day.
One of the advantages of growing up away from town and not close to neighbors was that I never learned word that would lead to oral soapfest. Dad didn't cuss either.
When I was getting my teaching certificate they still had paddling as an option. During my student teaching I was required to visit the Assistant Principal.
I made an appointment to meet him one day. Walked it to his office and he pointed at a chair and grabbed the phone and assed office ladies to call someone to the office. We discussed things for a few minutes, then he called again and asked them to send the kid to his office. Kid, well known to the principal, walks in and they discuss what he did and how the punishment is either three days in detention or three licks. Kid choses the licks.
At that point the AP checks his hip pockets, then has him lean over other chair in the office.
Then the AP says, "Just a minute, I have to get a witness." (I wasn't certified yet so I didn't count). He left poor kid in position for several minutes until he finds a suitable witness.
Whereupon he delivers the strikes, shakes hands with the kid and we resume our discussion.
About cracked me up watching the mind games he played with that poor punk.
On the other side of the playground fence at my elementary school was a river. When I was in the 2nd grade or so, I found myself near the fence throwing rocks into the river at recess time. The bell rang and I turned around to head back inside but standing right behind me was the old battle axe 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Stout. (she lived up to her name too!) 😲
She grabbed me by the arm with one hand while swinging away at my butt with the other. She hit so hard that my poor young bladder lost all control!! She walked away leaving me in a heap on the ground. I knew I was in deep do do! Not so much the spanking but oh boy, all the ribbing I would face for peeing my pants!
Thinking fast, I noticed that the rain we had early in the morning had left puddles under the playground swing set. WA LA!! I nearly did a nose dive into that puddle!
Soaked head to toe (with a faint smell of urine) I survived that day unscathed! 😁
Washing my mouth out with soap would have been a welcomed relief as my butt was accustom to a belt.
Man I would have done anything for a dreaded "Time Out". Kids now days are soft and spoiled.
I never got the soap treatment. There was really never a need to 'cause I never said any curse words around mom or dad. They might say crap or something similar sometimes but never any cursing. I never got whooped by mom but dad would take a switch to me sometimes. Probably not as much as I really needed it. He would never use a belt on me because he remembered what they did to him when he was a boy. But those dang switches could sure make me do a dance. Just the anticipation was bad enough.
My parents did not say "bad" words around the four of us brothers. The worst I heard was "Jesus Gods Bruce would you use your head for something except growing hair on!" I got ZEST mouthwash twice for "cussin"", and it was not fun. I learned to really expand my command of the English language when at 19 I moved to the Chicago area. Since then the F bomb is just part of the conversation except where folks don't use it first.