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Razor Strop

I have in my possession an object I really prize. It belonged to two guys whom I really idolize. 'Twas a necessary device when straight razors were the fad. 'Tis the leather razor strop used by my Grandpa and Dad. Its precise genesis is really difficult to gauge, But it's certainly well over a century old in age. It shows the scars as they went to all the trouble, To hone their razors to rid their mugs of stubble! I can picture them as young swains shaving before the mirror, With a steady hand trying not to nick an ear. With a brush and soap to apply lather to their face, Later to meet their sweeties decked out in ribbons and lace! Now I never thought of a razor strop in relation to education, But Mom found a novel use for it much to my mortification. When I became rowdy and tended not to mind, That cold, hard strop was generously applied to my behind! I will pass the old strop along to a subsequent generation, With vivid tales of Mom's expertise in its application! This only to add to family knowledge and lore, But to use on tender behinds never, never more! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 11/4/2010 4:38:00 PM
Remember the old paper fans with the wooden handle..One needs to pad it with a generous amount of microfiber pillow stuffing with a heartshape cut out to go around it then use that as a paddle...Enjoyed the humor..There has been many bottoms spanked with the razor strap.Since you remember the old disciplinary ways.I am glad that you know about Redeye Gravy.There was some pleasure with the pain...Sara
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Date: 10/27/2010 9:15:00 PM
hahaha, good one, Robert, and STOP that other use of it!! Stop the strop!!! LUv, Andrea
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Date: 10/27/2010 5:58:00 PM
my Dad used a belt for that sort of thing! ouch!..those dreaded words "go get my belt"!! anyway..good poem ! take care~Deb
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Date: 10/27/2010 2:30:00 PM
Nice memories form a great story teller who always gets my full attention with every word..
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Date: 10/27/2010 11:21:00 AM
Ps. Smile ~ Just thought I would stop back by to add one last thought of an absolute truth; one which given glimpses of "Yourself Dear Sarge, 'You'" should know that, "Christ 'The Messiah' came once as a lamb but, soon, 'His Beauty' shall return as, 'A Flaming Sword' with, a razors eternally anointed &, sharpened dividing severing edge...." ~ See what a great poe can do to bring about such warming thoughts; "Thanks!!!":) ~
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Date: 10/27/2010 10:50:00 AM
Smile!!! ~ "Sweet" ~ Love the thought, of a moment born at the edge of a razors strop &, "Yes," sometimes it becomes a must for certains bent upon their darker ways but, I suppose, that's the way the cookie crumbles so to speak...."Great Poe Sarge" for, I believe highly upon the razors edge as, "'The Redeemer' of, Law & Orders Final Blow Towards A, 'Remedy,' If Need Be!!!?" ~ "Love & Warmth to 'You & Yours,' John!:) ~
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Date: 10/27/2010 10:38:00 AM
It's kinda sad.....(sniff)......whippin's kept a balance in the world...... your poem brings back good memories of when the world was less insane!!!
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