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When Dad/Uncle/Mom had to Stop the Car...
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WallSal55    Posted 06-19-2003 at 07:27:04       [Reply]  [No Email]
Weren't those the scariest moments in your life as a kid? I remember having an uncle that threatened that. Cousins straightened up immediately.
I can remember our 3 girls sitting in the back
seat, all get to jabbering. Then it would escalate to bickering or just meaningless nonsense. I can remember my husband saying "I'm going to stop this car!" They would shut up. (The funny part is--I would have to remind my husband to actually pull over and stop as he would be swerving (in our lane). Don't keep driving when you've had enough.
The only thing that ever worked for me with
the three girls was to stop the car and say
"who wants to walk home"? (This was the boonies,
5 miles from nearest village, 16 miles from home.
Dead silence every time.)

Patria / PR    Posted 06-19-2003 at 16:22:07       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Hey WalSal..

Read your post this morning, only one thought came to mind that had nothing to do with us siblings, and we are four, screaming in the backseat. So I didn't reply. But you had my memories stired...

My mom and dad loved to get everybody in the car and drive around our island, stopping here and there. One memmory has been in the back of my mind though, and haven't been able to shake it off..there was this song by one of our old days interpreters, 'Triste Carabana de Recuerdos', I hated it. Its slow and misterious tune, along with a 'corta vena' [vein slasher?:-)] kind of lyrics of a life not worth living was all it took for me to feel scare as shut. I was 6 then, didn't understand the lyrics, but could feel somehow the hurt of the singer. My parents seem to like it, so they would turn the volume a little bit higher..

So there I was, comming back home at night, still far from home, listening to this song, looking through the corner of my eye out the window, a full moon shinning over the lonely roads of the country site...

I still can feel some sort of sorrow when I hear the song..don't know why. Many years later, I learned his family life was in a mess because of his years of hard drugs use. He lived a long life though.

Take Care WallSall

Clipper    Posted 06-19-2003 at 07:42:47       [Reply]  [No Email]
As kids we learned real quick that Dad would not tolerate any hoola going on in the car....he kept a small bottle of cayenne pepper in the glovebox...just a pinch of that on your tongue would give you something to think about other than arguing in the back seat....guess that's why I developed a taste and passion fer the stuff....

Lenore    Posted 06-19-2003 at 08:41:21       [Reply]  [No Email]
I am thinking of that cayenne pepper on the tongue.
I am sure it would work, trying to keep your mouth closed and build up enough saliva to rinse it off.
However, today if your kid told the teacher or anyone at school;
dad would be arrested for child abuse.
The kids would get sent off to some stranger's house, foster parents.

Clipper    Posted 06-19-2003 at 08:51:20       [Reply]  [No Email]
Yeah you're right on that...first they chased God out of the schools, followed by dicsipline,followed by common sense and good manners. Did a pretty poor job on the kids overall and now they can't even give them a basic education to boot.....

Maggie/TX    Posted 06-19-2003 at 10:27:18       [Reply]  [No Email]
I used to just say, "I'm fixing to stop this car and smack anything I can reach back there!" It worked just as well when it was only my two back there and when it was a back seat full of mine plus various other kids. Sometimes I carried a plastic fly swatter and sometimes a switch off a bush. It was easier keeping the peace in the summer time, when all the kids were wearing shorts. ;)

Cindi    Posted 06-19-2003 at 15:55:13       [Reply]  [No Email]
For some wonderful beautiful reason my kids just HAVE to have the radio on when in the car. As soon as the noise level reaches more than I can handle, I hit the power button.


"Hey I'm not listening to both, either you guys stifle or it stays off". They dummy up toot sweet. Good thing too, cause they all listen to country. Whew.

Clod    Posted 06-19-2003 at 17:46:55       [Reply]  [No Email]
My daddy would look out the window and holler..Hey dont you boys set on the bucket of creasote back there.Remember what happened the last time.Dont fall and bang your head on that track jack.Keep your heads down when we pass that big oak tree,,,,,,

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