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My grandmothers were wonderful. I'm pretty sure that my Dad's mother never yelled at me (or anyone else, for that matter). I don't remember if my Mom's mother did or not. We had a large, extended family. Pretty much, whichever adult caught you doing something you shouldn't, yelled at you.
We all knew we were loved. Somehow, being disciplined meant you were loved and cared about. Different times, different values.
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