I am so saddened for what Louise, Lisa, and the rest of the family are going through. I read someone the paddle and it does bring back a good memory. Mr. Hardy disciplined the behavior not the child. And who got a board of education from him deserved. It was never personal. We all liked and respected him and his feelings towards his students was mutual. There was something we all did once and the girls got one seat; the boys got two. Most of the boys, like Randall and Orville Skelton, took their medicine with a smile, even some laughter after ducking downstairs. Myself, I put things off as long as possible. When it was my turn I would say wait, I'm not ready. He would just grin and let me move a few places back. Eventually there was no one left in front of me. I think we boys had a competition to see who could scream the loudest. I probably won. As I bounded down the stairs I yelled and rubbed my behind with every step. I was a showman. After that we all laughed in the classroom. It was a rite of passage. I never saw him angry. He always had that smiling grin. I'll never forget it. Not will I forget gym class where he has us run relays through the woods, down Dobson Hill and back to the top. He said we would all be running that hill like billie goats before the school year was out. I think he was right. The first time I ever played football was in his gym class. 30 boys on a team. It was awesome! I was an Air Force brat. We moved away to Indiana and then Alaska. Mr. Hardy was one of my favorite teachers anywhere. He still is.