Author Archives: stripfix

Friday, June 17, 2016

Lynn's Comments: This happened--but it was my dad who was caught smoking on the porch. He was dying of lung cancer at the time.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Lynn's Comments: One of my husband's favourite lines was, "It's best to be honest. And, once you've faked honesty, you've got it made!"

Monday, June 13, 2016

Lynn's Comments: My mother did make my daughter a lovely smocked dress to wear at my brother and his wife's wedding. I kept this sweet memento until my granddaughter was big enough to wear it, and when she put it on, it looked old-fashioned and unattractive. I gave this lovely handmade dress to the Salvation Army in the hope that someone out there would appreciate all the work that went into it. I didn't feel guilty. Very fortunately, that's what my mom would have done, too.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Lynn's Comments: I put a lot of private, embarrassing truths into the strip. I often wonder if identifying all these faults and making fun of them made me a better person. If not, it surely made me more aware!

Friday, June 10, 2016

Lynn's Comments: This was another of my son's off-hand remarks. If he knew how many of his comments became punch lines for the strip, I think he'd have asked for a byline!

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Even the scenario here with the baseball glove really happened. I will clearly remember this day forever--no matter how much it's embellished!

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Lynn's Comments: I was appalled when my kids were young and would see graphic material on TV which should never be allowed on prime time. I did this strip in solidarity with other parents desperately wanting their children to have a healthy view of conflict, sex, and politics. I can't imagine what the parents of today's youngsters are doing now!

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Lynn's Comments: What I stomped on was wasps' nests! Ground wasps were plentiful, and when I found one, I'd place a rock over the hole, twirl around on it and run before the returning wasps could see what had happened. It was a game of chicken, and much more exciting than the game I was supposed to be playing!

Friday, June 3, 2016

Lynn's Comments: There were no dogs out there to spar with, just a few trees and the schoolyard fence. I was on my own.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Lynn's Comments: In my elementary school, baseball was a big deal. When players were being selected for the teams, I was last to be picked.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Lynn's Comments: I once offered local kids some money to clean up the road between my house and my mom-in-law's. It was a country road, so there was no way to cheat! The funny thing was that once they got going, they went from resenting the uncool side of cleaning a rural road, to being fanatical about it. They went down the road, far beyond our property--just because there was so much to pick up. I was so impressed!--And they say kids these days don't know how to do a job well!

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Lynn's Comments: I sat with a friend today; someone I've known since kindergarten. I asked Laurel what her first job was and she said, "washing hair in a salon. My mom got me the job." Mine was in my dad's store. At the time, we didn't think much of the work our parents arranged for us, but in reality, these jobs were the gateways to our futures.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Lynn's Comments: My dad managed a jewellery store. My friends imagined us to be rich, but nothing was farther from the truth.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Lynn's Comments: This Sunday page was hastily written as soon as I got home from the car wash. It was a funny incident, but thoroughly annoying as well. I was always happy to vent into the strip whenever something like this happened!

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Lynn's Comments: I've noticed that some of the residents in my friends' building get very few visitors. When I send or arrive with flowers and small gifts, things I consider simple and unimportant, people around her tell her how lucky she is. They wonder if it's her birthday or some other special occasion. This saddens me. Each one of these elders deserves a regular visit from someone who loves them. Small tokens of affection should be commonplace, but I've discovered that this is not the case.