Thom Don't Hurt Tennie

I love lemon meringue pie almost as much as I love sweet potato pie. Even though we were very poor my Dad always found a way to indulge me with some of the things that I wanted as a child. I remember on many occasions my Dad going to the store and he would buy these huge lemon meringue pies. Sometimes he would let me go and get them. Seems like to me because I was so small they looked like the biggest pies ever.

One day my Dad gave me a five dollar bill to go and get a pie. uh-ho! On this one particular day I lost the five dollars and I knew that it was five dollar bill because my Mother and Father were discussing the fact that I had lost the money. My Father wanted I guess to mess with my mother and make her think that he was whipping me. I didn't make it any better because I just yelled and and screamed like he was really hurting me. He used a piece of this old fashioned bushel basket made with thin pressed woven wood and wire handles on the side. Noway did it hurt and my Mom yelled out,Thom don't you hurt Tennie.

My mother was a very,very sweet lady and she never raised her voice,never spanked me and didn't allow my father to spank me.