When my ex and I were dating, we sat around chilling one night sharing tales from our childhood. His mother grew up in Brooklyn but his Dad was from a very small town in Virginia. So small that most of the folks that lived there were his family members.

He told me that when he and his brothers were younger, his dad had a paddle called “Big Country”. Whenever they got out of line, all his Dad had to say was “Do you want me to go get Big Country?” and all three of them would immediately stop what they were doing.

One Thanksgiving, I was at his parents house and I remember going to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I walked out of the bathroom, lo and behold…in the room across from me was the actual paddle on the wall over the desk in his Dad’s office. Guess what? The paddle actually had “BIG COUNTRY” carved into it.

I bust out laughing and when I came back to dinner…I had the whole table laughing with me. His Dad shared that he was an Alpha and his line name was “Big Country” cause he was tall and well, country. That was his line paddle and when his three boys were little, he would whoop their behinds with it.

The funniest part of the dinner was when my ex said “If the whooping was real bad, your azz would have the word “BIG” etched in for at least two days.”

LMAO!

Since Mr. 1969 is Big and erra…Country, I like to call him that when the occassion calls for it.