re: #110 sizzzzlerz

My father, a leftie, wasn’t beaten but he did have his left hand tied to the chair to force him to write with his right hand. This was in the 1930’s.

First grade. Catholic school. Late 60’s. I got a gentle slap on the back of the head and then the kind nun would take my pencil out of my left hand and place it in my right hand. She would sweetly say “try it this way”. Took me a week or two to figure it out but now I can write like a well-trained physician.

She didn’t have lunch duty, so I managed to maintain my European style of eating. None of this inefficient swapping the knife back and forth.