My mom, all four foot eleven inches of her (and just about as wide), would snatch a wood picket off the fence, with one hand-in one motion, and whup us up one side and down the other. Then she'd hand it to us and tell us to go put it back on the fence.
Eventually she got tired of us fighting and bickering back and forth, that's when she took a belt to us and made us go out in the yard and fight each other. After a while of throwing punches we'd get tired and just stand there and dance with our dukes up, and she'd jump in with the belt and start whack'n us while yelling "I told you to fight! You wanted to fight, damit, now fight!" All the kids on our block would be lined up around our fence watching the event.
One one hand, it's kinda funny to think back. I mean, you know, family bonding and all. But on the other hand, I'm kinda sorry we drove the woman nuts.