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Excerpt from some family history information I believe was written by Helen Nellie Walker (Sweet):
...I remember when I was a very little girl, maybe not quite three, my father took us to a picture show at Jordan School House. When we went in my Daddy was carrying me and my Mama was carrying my little brother Bert, just a baby. My Mama sat in the very front seat and Daddy and I on the next. There was a great big sheet up in the front and the man stood in the back and made the pictures come on it. The schoolhouse was so full of people I got too hot and I fussed and then I cried and my Daddy took me out doors a little bit then brought me back. In a little while I thought I liked it better out doors so I cried some more and he just took me out doors and stayed out there. Now I just bet if he had given me a good spanking the first time he took me out I wouldn't have cried any more and he could have seen the pictures.
....Of course the Sweet children were fine children, but they did get in a little mischief once in a while. One day when Mona and Helen were just little tykes they went with me to gather the eggs and out in the corner of an old shed we found a nest of eggs. I picked them up one by one, gave them a shake, and threw them into the cornfield. Mona said "What's the matter, mama?" I said "they're rotten." Next night they wanted to go gather the eggs and I said "You go ahead, I'll come in a minute." but it was a long minute. Then I heard a great squealing and laughing going on. I thought what is the excitement. I rushed out to the chicken coup. The girls were standing in front of a big tree with a bucket of eggs between them. Mona would pick up an egg, bang against the tree it would go, then sqeals of delight, then Helen would pick one up. More squeals. The front of the tree was fast becoming yellow. I said "Girls, what are you doing?" They stopped, Mona said "Wotten, mama, wotten."
...Verne was 6 and Glenn 4 when we lived east of Ottawa. We had a chicken coup that almost the entire south side was glass windows. I was working around in the kitchen one day and I heard a sound like crashing glass. I rushed out to the chicken coup. Verne was jumping up and down in the doorway shouting and laughing - "Go to it, Glenn, go to it!" Glenn was inside with the hammer. Wham, wham, wham, one window after another. I said, "BOYS!" They stopped laughing. Verne said "I didn't do it mama, I didn't do it." Yes, you are right. TWO little boys got a spanking!
