tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988194437381316525.post8497934727530004198..comments2023-07-20T08:41:43.560-05:00Comments on Jane's bits and pieces: 6th questionJanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04046498062168825526noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988194437381316525.post-91110394995032225242009-03-10T00:43:00.000-05:002009-03-10T00:43:00.000-05:00Hmmm....that's funny that my dad doesn't remember ...Hmmm....that's funny that my dad doesn't remember that because when I was little, he would always tell me how important it was not to hit and pick on others and he would tell me about what Barbara did to him. But that was a while ago...my dad has gotten a little goofy since he's been 50 or so..shhh, don't tell him I said that!The Lehr'shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17253602882023269622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988194437381316525.post-25200778533176496232009-02-18T12:53:00.000-06:002009-02-18T12:53:00.000-06:0082 times. He hit me 82 times. Not all at once. ...82 times. He hit me 82 times. Not all at once. I counted. For some reason number 82 was the limit. You said "you're as big as him - hit him back"<BR/><BR/>I did.<BR/><BR/>Karen and David sat on his arms, I sat on his chest. I hit him back. 82 times. Then I stopped.<BR/><BR/>He yelled "mom! mom!" <BR/><BR/>You just sat at the kitchen table reading a magazine and said "you had it coming."<BR/><BR/>I asked. Randy doesn't remember this at all. Karen does.<BR/><BR/>Also - I never cleaned the pig pens. Dad said he wasn't having his daughters do that. Karen did - but she wanted to. Always thought she was a little odd.Browniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14965778402255268108noreply@blogger.com