Monday, October 11, 2004

Old Yeller

Always with the yelling, whether to come home or go out, sometimes with the belt, sometimes with the strop. To clean your room, to get up, to eat. Yelling at the kitchen table until somebody cried. That's the way it was. Didn'’t know any better, other kids were yelled at too. The houses were only eight feet apart. When someone was on the warpath in the neighborhood, you knew it. Afterwards, never a reconciliation. I got out as soon as I could afford it. Then I realized that you could go through life without yelling.

Did the yelling make a difference? Sure. Thanks for the memories, dad.

By Professor Batty


Anonymous Anonymous said...

You have surely broken that chain, not done as was done to you. You are kind, gentle, respectful, thoughtful and caring. You might not have been the kind of person you are if you hadn't had those things to overcome, knowing you did not want to follow in his footsteps.

Blogger Our Fanny said...

yelling, yelling, yelling... I'm so glad I learned from you that it is not a necessary evil... thank you, big bro.

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