An ode to Queen Pearl, the grandmother who spanked me once & spoiled me always

Queen Pearl with her daughters, my mother Joyce (right) and my aunt Renee (middle). Photo circa mid-1960s.

If memory serves, Queen Pearl only popped me with a switch once in my life. I can’t remember what I did, but I guess I deserved it.

For those who don’t know, a switch is a freshly picked stick or small branch from the nearest tree in your front or backyard. It can be girthy or thin, but it’s always long and limber enough to gather…