The Church House beating....

Sorry I didn't write last night but things got a little crazy around here and it got late before I realized it. This is a very sad story about a little bitty, sweet, sugar dumplin' (me) that got the ruffles whipped clean off her britches one Sunday. I guess I have been in church about as long as I've been alive. By now you know I was raised in Kosciusko, Mississippi and the infamous "church house beating" took place right outside the walls of the Hurricane Baptist Church. I was very young because I can remember wearing panties with ruffles on the hiney! To this day, I still love anything with ruffles and obviously ALWAYS have! I probably need to clarify....I DO NOT STILL WEAR PANTIES WITH RUFFLES! Don't even go there! Anyway, one Sunday, during church, daddy, mama, Rhonda and me (little sugar dumplin') were sitting in the worship service. I can't tell you much of what happened next because in the blink of an eye, I was in the car with my daddy. I can clearly remember where the car was sitting, (on the left side of the church, right up next to a window) I just have no recollection of how I got inside it with this mad man! He may have thrown me out a window for all I know. The battle that ensued inside that vehicle was intense! I can only remember bits and pieces, (because I must have been going in and out of consciousness) but we were in the front seat when he started whipping my behind and I remember crawling over into the back seat, trying to get away from him! He didn't let up! He was right behind me, coming at me like a Spider Monkey! Over the seat, he whipped me some more! I swear I didn't have a ruffle left on those PINK panties! I can't imagine what I could have possibly been doing to deserve such an assault on my sweetness! Many years later I would dedicate the song "Daddy's Hands" to him but it always had a "deeper, extra special" meaning to us that most people didn't know about. No one seems to remember what I did in church that day but I'd venture a guess, it didn't happen again! I can remember about three times in my entire life that my daddy whipped me, but only one incident worthy of writing about! Now mama......welllllllll, now that's a horse of a different color! For the first 10 years of my life I thought her right arm was a peach limb!

Once again, a true story with a humorous slant for your reading pleasure. Oh, I have so many more to tell! I wish you much joy and laughter! God bless..........