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Larry Winebrenner
My grandmother was an unforgiving woman.
She lived on a farm in South Carolina, with a peach tree in the backyard. When any of her children, a couple hardly older than me, or any grandchild misbehaved, she grabbed a switch from that peach tree and peppered welts on our little legs for the transgression. It didn't matter whether the act was deliberate or an accident -- out came the peach tree switch. There was no escaping it.
My grandmother was an unforgiving woman.
She lived on a farm in South Carolina, with a peach tree in the backyard. When any of her children, a couple hardly older than me, or any grandchild misbehaved, she grabbed a switch from that peach tree and peppered welts on our little legs for the transgression. It didn't matter whether the act was deliberate or an accident -- out came the peach tree switch. There was no escaping it.

