Originally Posted by Abby10 (Post 1557374)

I better look up how to do that, or ask my husband. Apparently I'm the only one who didn't go to parochial schools around here. My dad did though. Maybe he decided to have some mercy on us kids. Or he learned how to instill fear on his own because all my mom had to do was say "wait 'til your dad comes home". That was all we needed to hear to straighten up.

So I did just look it up - here all along, I thought that was an Italian thing. Sorry to you Italians, but being married to a full blooded Italian and growing up in a town of majority Italian, that seemed like a common thing to them. Guess it really was because most were educated in parochial schools??

Anyway, neither here nor there, now I know what it is and how to do it. So today is Friday - TGIF - unless it's NOTHING but the day I have to box your ears. :boxing2:

Originally Posted by Taltarzac725 (Post 1557390)

Looks like Dawn Wells did look at my link to one of Nucky's island stories on the NOTHING thread of Talk of the Villages.

Mary Ann might be around. Mary Ann Summers - Wikipedia Dawn Wells - Wikipedia :popcorn::):coolsmiley:

Originally Posted by Abby10 (Post 1557374)

I better look up how to do that, or ask my husband. Apparently I'm the only one who didn't go to parochial schools around here. My dad did though. Maybe he decided to have some mercy on us kids. Or he learned how to instill fear on his own because all my mom had to do was say "wait 'til your dad comes home". That was all we needed to hear to straighten up.

So I did just look it up - here all along, I thought that was an Italian thing. Sorry to you Italians, but being married to a full blooded Italian and growing up in a town of majority Italian, that seemed like a common thing to them. Guess it really was because most were educated in parochial schools??

Anyway, neither here nor there, now I know what it is and how to do it. So today is Friday - TGIF - unless it's NOTHING but the day I have to box your ears. :boxing2:

Originally Posted by Nucky (Post 1557379)

Thanks for the investigation there Den Mom. Did I ever mention that my Blood Type is RAGU?



Boxing The Ears....Very Good...Nothing but an old school saying. The world may be a better place if it was still going on. Box Away! :coolsmiley:

Originally Posted by Wiotte (Post 1557398)

How do you know she looked at it ? Could be NOTHING.


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Originally Posted by Nucky (Post 1557373)

Do you have some memory lane that you would like to share? I can't speak for the others but I'm sure everybody would not mind listening.

I think getting the ears boxed would be a real memory for those of us who were traumatized.

FW even though I was still asleep while reading the beginning of yesterdays outburst even I caught the first missed NOTHING. A rarity indeed.

Originally Posted by Abby10 (Post 1557224)

5....6 NOTHING violations....



And not for NOTHING, but now you have one.

K will be so proud of me.......lol

Originally Posted by Nucky (Post 1557330)

Nope, I just got up. Damn, I was just going to rest for 10 minutes last night at about 7.30 and here I am behind the eight ball awake at midnight. I guess it was NOTHING but an Egg A Plant Coma. I had so much to do but I forgot there is always tomorrow.

This is for Wiotte, I understand your Pain. I took a beating, authorize and heard by my own ears from my Father to Sister Mary Elephant (God forgive me) but that was her nickname. She beat the stuffing out of me because she could never get a reaction out of me. It hurt like hell and I did deserve most of the beatings but looking back maybe a whimper here and there would have reduced the blows. Those Nuns in our School really had NOTHING but Love for us as the little Bastards we were. I think maybe they were really restrained a bit because I don't think I could take the same treatment I gave. No way. Anyway, here we are today. We made it to the First Promised Land and it might be in my case because of the fear those nuns instilled in me. I have no grudge or hard feelings Laddy Buck, after all, We Are All Just Another Brick In The Wall.

Its 1 am and I'm starving. Maybe that was some kind of Chinese/Italian food???? Not going to eat. A moment on the lips forever on the hips. I don't wanna get stuck in between the Golden Arches at Mc Donalds Again! :1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:

Originally Posted by Henryk (Post 1557442)

My parents sentenced me to Catholic school, too. Franciscan Sisters of Saint Joseph. I liked most of my nun teachers. In first grade, Sister Mary Chester was a bit strict. But, Sister Mary Henrietta (they all have Mary as their middle name) was NOTHING short of terrifying. Her particular favorite subject was penmanship, and mine was and is awful. One day, I put my homework notebook on her desk, and she said, "Henryk, I have a bone to pick with you." She started to approach me with the thingy she smacked us on the hand with. She got closer. Closer. Closer. I immediately and unwillingly engaged in athletic hurling and puked all over her. It was the last time she bothered me.

Originally Posted by fw102807 (Post 1557444)

I thought I was the only one who flunked Palmer Method. I never had nice handwriting and it has only gotten worse. Maybe I was meant to be a doctor and missed my call. I am NOTHING but impressed that you could remember their names.

Originally Posted by Henryk (Post 1557442)

My parents sentenced me to Catholic school, too. Franciscan Sisters of Saint Joseph. I liked most of my nun teachers. In first grade, Sister Mary Chester was a bit strict. But, Sister Mary Henrietta (they all have Mary as their middle name) was NOTHING short of terrifying. Her particular favorite subject was penmanship, and mine was and is awful. One day, I put my homework notebook on her desk, and she said, "Henryk, I have a bone to pick with you." She started to approach me with the thingy she smacked us on the hand with. She got closer. Closer. Closer. I immediately and unwillingly engaged in athletic hurling and puked all over her. It was the last time she bothered me.

Originally Posted by Wiotte (Post 1557426)

There would be more imbeciles in the world if ear boxing was still prevalent as it was in Victorian times. In the 1890’s scientists knew the lifelong physical effects this form of childhood punishment did to children. A smack with a 12” ruler is one thing, ear boxing caused deafness, inner ear abscesses, and brain damage. When properly done the ears are smacked with outstretched palms. The penguins had there own unique way, beginning with both hands clenched into a fist and outstretched arms, you were told to turn around. There you stood waiting for the ensuing impact. Sometimes it happened right away, other times they made you wait. Either way you knew it was coming. The impact felt like two hammer blows and the deafness and ringing lasted for hours. It was brutal, and they knew it. Only a sick demented mind would do this to little children. We never complained or cried or told our parents. I can’t imagine how brutal their own upbringing was for them to act in such a way. Did they all do it, no. In my case it was only two . NOTHING can justify this form of childhood abuse.
On a lighter note, TGIF to our working NOTHINGmates [emoji847]


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Originally Posted by Abby10 (Post 1557508)

I'm sorry if I poked fun at such a traumatic event. Ouch....that sounds horrible! Never heard my husband mention experiencing anything like that. On the other hand, I can imagine my father never telling us even if he did. Maybe that's why he kept us in public schools.

In the meantime, don't worry. I will come after you with NOTHING more than a ruler if you get out of line and I promise I won't even hit you, just put the fear of the Den mother in you.