Head Through the Hole


I mentioned before that we passed a lot of the time in the back by fighting. We would try and nap and read and pay games but there is only so much camper time a boy can take before he can't take no more. Then a brother or sister or I would start to pester someone else to get some excitement going. Then someone else would join in and the melee would ensue. Then someone would get hurt too badly and start to yell and scream or the queen mother of all kid-sins, go tell. My dad would yell back at us to knock it of or he was going to give us something to cry about. We were not wise so a word was never sufficient and we would push our luck right past the point at which he would ultimately take action. When my dad decided it was time to lay down some law he would yell for whomever was responsible in the back to stick their head through a hole in the bottom front of the camper that matched up with the back window of the truck and tell him the story. He would listen to both sides and then decide who needed their 'melon thumped' and then tell that person to put their head through the hole. 
 "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate" 
You had to kneel on the floor of the camper to line your head up to put it through the hole. He would then reach over his right shoulder with his left hand as he drove with his knee and grasp the hair at the back of your neck. Then he would say something like, ' I Don't want to hear anymore fighting.' and then give a crisp knuckle rap to the top of the offenders head. It was best to take this medicine without instinctively pulling your head back because the window of the truck and its mating piece in the camper were both lined with ribs of extruded aluminum that would wreck your face if you drug it back incautiously. The pain was great but the indignity was greater so there was a fair amount of wishing hateful and painful misfortune on my dad as I whimpered in the back after justice had been served. The problem was it was evidently not anywhere aversive enough because I sometimes would get several whacks a day. Live and don't learn that is what I say.