EN Submarine Qualified wrote:
There were several things that were 'fitted' to my butt. straps, belts, bare hands, etc. I knew I was in for it when issued the order "go get a switch". Had to go out and cut or break a branch from a tree for use on the occasion. Weeping Willow switches were unsuitable as not stiff enough and were rejected so had to go get another. Must have been effective since I remember it for some 80 years.
I remember hearing "GO GET ME A SWITCH!!" and I also remember I'd best not bring in one not suitable for the job at hand.
My dad bought 100 baby chickens at the Co-op to raise and butcher for us and neighbors. An old man down the alley from us raised fighting roosters, and had one that wasn't suitable for that. He was going to k**l the rooster but I said I wanted him so he gave him to me. I took him home and put him down with the 3 or 4 week old chicks and hell came to breakfast! He might not fight another rooster but he sure k**led 4 or 5 of those chicks before my dad shot him with his .22 rifle. I didn't have to go get a switch that day, dad got one off the tree for me.
Funny what you remember from 60 years ago...