Author Archives: stripfix

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Now, it's my turn. Every five years, a few good organizers make sure our high school graduating class gets together. Each time now, the "in memoriam" list grows longer. Hard to believe we are saying goodbye to each other. When we're together, we all still feel like kids!

Monday, August 15, 2016

Lynn's Comments: My daughter hated it when I tried to do her hair. I did bribe her to sit still. Learning how to make French braids cost me candy and coins!

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Again, this really happened. When my first husband and I left our wedding reception, we found that his friends had stuffed our car with newspaper. Balls of it were tightly jammed everywhere. Before we could get in, we had to remove it all and find a place to put it. Our hands were filthy and our mood was mean. What we didn't expect was that the dust from the newsprint was everywhere, and when we got out of the car, my white wedding outfit was covered in it. Maybe they thought the prank was funny, but to this day, I'd still like to tell off the guys who did it!

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Lynn's Comments: My daughter, Katie and her husband, Lane, were married under a tree at English Bay in Vancouver. There were four of us in attendance, thus avoiding the dreaded wedding speech!

Monday, August 8, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Kevin O'Grady spent the entire day aware of how badly he smelled of the dumpster. If things like this weren't so funny, we'd never get through life!

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Farley didn't much care if there were squirrels in the yard--he reacted to food and the great outdoors. Any opportunity to disappear into the ravine behind our house, saw him gone. He would eventually be found wet, dirty and blissfully happy--no matter how hard we scolded him. Our next dog, Willy, was a squirrel chaser. If he saw one out the window, he had to be let out before he busted something. Wildly, madly, barking and running as fast as his short legs would take him Willy would chase a squirrel until it was too far up a tree to see any more. He never caught one, of course, and the squirrels loved the comedy of it all.

Friday, August 5, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Within the story of the dumpster, I had to blend the serious commitment of Phil and Georgia's wedding. This kind of challenge made writing and drawing the strip pure fun.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Lynn's Comments: He described the dumpster as being behind a restaurant and grocery store. Wet and decaying vegetables lay in a mucky stew on the bottom. He had to climb in, wearing his best clothes, and dig around in the stinking mess to find his car keys. If it had been a watch, he might have just let it go! Car keys were essential!

Monday, August 1, 2016

Lynn's Comments: [Continued from last month:] Sandy sat in the pew and watched the wedding ceremony--worried and angry. Where could Kevin be?

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Once, at the Winnipeg Airport, Aaron, who had been given a plastic squirt gun, decided to aim at the guard as we went through security. We were all immediately taken to a secure area and searched. Everything was opened, screened, examined and set aside. We were questioned, and sternly let go just before our flight boarded. We thought the guards had been a bit extreme. After all, it was just a toy squirt gun. Still, we made sure our kids never had weaponry of any kind when we went through security.

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Meanwhile, Sandy was at the wedding wondering where Kevin had gone. How long could it take to dispose of a bag of garbage?

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Lynn's Comments: In Kevin's case, he meant to go to the dump, but an open dumpster in a city lane was an easier repository. What he did was toss in his car keys. I didn't know how to draw this accurately. It was easier to show his watch go flying into the bin.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Lynn's Comments: This is another true story, which went word for word into the strip. It belongs to my friends, Sandy and Kevin O'Grady. Kevin actually did this and they still laugh about it today.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Katie was a flower girl in my brother's wedding. My mom spent days making her dress--the front was beautifully smocked by hand.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Lynn's Comments: This happened. I was glad to have been wearing clean underwear. Old superstitions can bear fruit. In this case, it was Fruit of the Loom!

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Lynn's Comments: (Continued from yesterday)--I don't remember what my dad did. He was never much of a disciplinarian. All I can tell you is that he lived vicariously through my brother and me, and if he'd been our age, he would have been in that attic right along with us!

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Lynn's Comments: (Continued from yesterday)--What we didn't know was that Annette could hear us in the attic. She had just entered her room when Teddy shifted his weight on the attic floor to get a better look. Suddenly, Annette looked up at the knothole and saw an eye looking back at her. We knew we had a matter of seconds to descend the outside ladder and escape. We just made it to the bottom when both Annette and her dad came roaring out of the house! Teddy and I ran as fast as we could, our legs pumping like mad down the lane and to temporary safety. It was exhilarating and well worth the tongue-lashing we received when we got back home. Teddy was sent to bed without supper. I was sent to my room until my dad came home.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Lynn's Comments: This vignette had its roots in another story from my childhood: Across the lane from our house on 5th Street, lived the Doucette family. Their back yard faced ours, and Teddy Doucette was one of my adventurous buddies. His sister, Annette, was a teenager a few years older than we were, and everything she did was of great interest to us. The Doucettes had a small wartime house much like ours, but their attic had an outside access with a ladder going up to it--a wonderful place to play and hide. The floors in their house were thin and made of painted wooden slats. The attic was directly above. In the ceiling of Annette's bedroom, a small knot had been carefully pried open, and from inside the attic, Teddy and I could spy into her room. We could see only a very small area, but the thought of watching her unseen was great fun. (Continued tomorrow).