Can vaguely remember my saintly Grandmother at her wit`s end sternly tell me to "go get me a willow stick so I can whip your young foolish (deleted)." Stunned by the harshness of her sudden change of Christian pleasent demeanor, I carefully selected the flimbsiest wisp of half green twig, suddenly relieved at my brilliance; sure enough of it`s harmlessness to bravely crack it across my forearm and confidently returning inside and proudly presenting the twig to her instantly furious. She very quietly told me "to stay right here. I will get my own switch." Whereupon she spun on her heel, straight out the door straight to our ancient willow tree, snatched off a splendidly thick specimem, and rapidly removing the twigs was upon me and pants up expertly delivered a rather brief but solomnly swift and PAINFUL example of deft and accurate delivery of corperal punishment, aimming accurately for the area just below the buttocks ajoining the upper thigh; each of 4 excruciating. And then the saint again, lovingly asking me NOT to repeat that particular behavoir (what ever transgression, I honestly cannot remember). Didn`t kill me...(HURT LIKE (deleted) though !!)
