Living in this house was where I got one of the worst whippings I can remember. It was a Sunday afternoon and Dad was putting up a fence around the back yard. He had a tar pot heating up for the fence posts and all the fencing laid out with the posts. Little Sonny (me) developed a tootache. Mom started calling around to see if she could find a dentist to take me. She finally did and Dad came in and took a shower and took me to the dentist. Upon arriving at the dentist little Sonny (me again) would not open his mouth for the shot. No amount of threatening or cajoling or prying could get little Sonny to open his mouth. I din'really remember what happened to the toothache but I do remember what happened to my butt when we got home. It was sore and hurt like hell. I have not cared for dentists for the rest of my life !