I liked Richard's story. Stories are what we need to make us know the personality of some of our ancestors. It makes our genealogy come alive. My father James Cleason Harkey became angry with me one night when I made a little too much noise in church. After telling me to quiet down several times. He finally promised to spank me when we got home. He had never hit me in my entire life and believe me I got very quiet. He meanwhile started to regret his words. By the time the long sermon was over we were both feeling real bad. As we arrived home I started whimpering and he started looking for something soft to whip me with. He picked the tip end of a sprig of Bridal Wreath plant that was covered with blooms. It was no bigger around than a toothpick. He grabbed me and ran the thing over my bare legs and I wailed then he told me never to make him do that again and gave me big hugs. That was how tender my dad was. It was also the only spanking I ever got in my entire life. Mary Russell [email protected] [email protected] Glasgow Kentucky .