My mum told me about the whippy stick. Her mum, my Nan, took it each day when she walked the two sisters to school. My mum loved school. No whippy stick for her. My Aunty disliked school right from the start. It was a four mile walk from their Devonshire farm to school in the village. My Nan walked behind my Aunty, and if she tried to turn back home, or even if she dawdled, the whippy stick on the back of her legs reminded her that truancy was not an option.
What a change in a life time.