Mr Carson believed in not sparing the rod. Every night you’d hear him dishing it out to his sons Paul and Steve.
He’d been brought up the same way and thought himself an ok sort of guy and he wanted the same for his sons.
They bore it all until they were teenagers when they rebelled and forced their father to stop the nightly ritual.
Mr Carson was devastated; he argued with his sons that it was for their benefit.
In old age he wondered why his sons ignored him. They never visited, never called, never invited him, anywhere.