Back in the 60s and 70s, Mom worked in the county Ga. tax/tag office, S W Ga. Dawson. I had walked all the way to town one day after school, I was 15 and it was not cool to ride the bicycle at that age and walking miles was COOL. I decided to stop in at Ma's office and visit with there boss, he was cool. He wasn't there.
One the counter was this paper weight, a hunk of solid steel about 1 inch sqaure or so and 16 inchs long. I guess it was a paper weight. I knew she carried this funny looking little pistol in her purse. Short barrel with 4 bores. In comes this young guy, early 20s and he made the mistake of replying back with a "naw" instead of a "yes mame or no mame." Ma gabs that paper weight and around the counter she comes, dead run, all 5'5 and 150 pounds yelling "come here you disrespectful SOB, I am gonna kill ya"!
He leaves art a dead run with her after him. He got away.
The city law had their office in that courthouse also, and they caught her and asked " Beulah, don't hurt that kid. OK!
I earned at an early age about manners and respect. All it took was one good *** whipping and being asked "IF I wanted to be picking my teeth up off the floor?"
It was no idle threat.
