Pushing the Boundaries

Parental Discipline Back in the Day

By Mike Brown

In Kamiah, during my boyhood of centerpieces and linen tablecloths, fences were rarely needed, daycare was uncommon, children were expected to mind their elders, and parents insisted on knowing what their children were up to at any given time.

If I was caught misbehaving, any friend or neighbor could straighten me up and my parents would have been appreciative. That was how the community helped to raise children.

My memories of many childhood events are vivid, maybe because I was an intense and serious youngster. I remember as a four-year-old, I was obstinate, didn’t listen to my parents’ hard-earned wisdom, considered myself all grown up, could tie my own shoes, and believed I was always right. I suffered my parents only insofar as they fed and clothed me. By almost everyone’s account, I was an insufferable brat, although Granddad Chetwood thought I was hilarious. He always grinned when I was with him, and it was years before I understood how much Granddad enjoyed grabbing me by the seat of my pants just before I stepped off into one folly or another.

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Mike Brown

About Mike Brown

Mike Brown was born in Moscow and raised in Kamiah. He has worked and lived in Alaska, Mississippi, Arizona, Oregon, Tennessee, and Montana, but Idaho has always been home. He has five children, eleven grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren. Mike is retired and lives in Caldwell.

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