I remember being able to play "knock knock" on a neighbor's house without the risk of being shot.
Reminisce...
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And where the neighbors could retaliate by turning the hose on you and not worry about being sued by your parents.
In fact, your parents would thank the other parents for doing it!
Yes, although there was this one time Mr. Baker chased me and my friend Andy up a tree and waited for us to come down. When we did he banged our heads together a la The Three Stooges. Of course I never told my parents about it. They would have sided with Mr. Baker! Looking back on it I always wondered what could have made Mr. Baker so upset about a couple kids making a little ruckus. Being an "adult" now (ha right....) and looking for a reason I've come to this conclusion. His wife was pretty, if I remember right, maybe he was putting the moves on her and we intervened.
Perhaps you were out of order... even as a kid.
Perhaps you were out of order... even as a kid.
No question about it. As long as we're reminiscing how many here dreaded the phrase...."Wait until your Father gets home....." I was spanked on a regular basis....
I didn’t hear that phrase. I had an Irish mother (born and raised in the old country), with an Irish temper, that wielded a large wooden spoon with the ferocity of a gladiator.
My father wielded a belt. You've heard of Indiana Jones, no doubt?
Beautiful thread. Can remember all these things. Those were the days.
Lol My mother was like that to me as well but i was a bad kid.
on another note I love Irish people they are great.
Me too and it was well deserved! I remember once we were camping and I lied about doing something even though it was obvious that I was the culprit. I had to go out and find my own switch! Boy did I learn to be honest!
My best friend's family had one of those silver trees with the color wheel light. I loved it! It was so cool to watch the colors change. Didn't it end up being an electrical hazard though?
I remember at Christmas time every year sitting in front of the TV to watch the Christmas specials. Rudolph, Frosty, The Little Drummer Boy, Santa Clause is Coming to Town, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas and Charlie Brown. It was the best time!
LOL. Growing up, I told my mother many a time that I would never marry an Irish woman... Because they’re just too mean!
Mine did as well. And after a 12 hour day of driving a truck, he was not a happy man, that's for sure!
Didn't have an Irish mother, but was disciplined many a time by Irish nuns throughout all 8 years of grammar school. Ouch!
I was going to ask if your Dad was Ralph Kramden, but then I remembered that he drove a bus......
Been there, done that... all 8 years also. Meanness seemed to be habit-forming for our order. I remember one (Attila the Nun we called her) that had a particular penchant for washing your mouth out with soap if you took the Lord’s name in vain.
Nope... German & Polish. I even refused to ever date a redhead, as I always associated them with Kryptonite.But did you?