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 kill 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 killed 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...