Just One More Hug: Browse The Strips

Monday, March 5, 2012

Lynn's Comments: My friends Jim and Nancy Lawn had just moved to Lynn Lake with their two daughters, Jennifer and Deanna. As Nancy was unpacking the children's clothes, she noticed that two black plastic bags full of her daughters' best clothing was gone. Thinking the bags were garbage, Jim had inadvertently taken them to the dump. A long and fruitless search made it clear that someone had already found and taken the clothing home. Our dump wasn't called "the exchange" for nothing!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Lynn's Comments: Sadly, this happened to a lot of folks until clear bags came onto the market. After this series of strips ran, we had many letters from folks who had done the exact same thing. At least, the Lynn Lake dump was well maintained and if you went in empty handed, you could just as easily come out with a trunk load of good stuff, in return!

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Lynn's Comments: It's so easy to criticize someone else for doing something stupid. In fact it feels great to point out shortcomings in others! Feeling smug and full of myself, I really did burn a whole pot of soup one day while gossiping to a friend. I was criticizing another mother for the way she managed her household!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Lynn's Comments: I like to think that I make good soup and, when I do make it, I tend to make a lot! I like to have enough to freeze and to share and some to eat right away. It was a blow to the ego when they preferred the canned or packaged stuff. Mine was chock full of "goodns"--a meal in itself. Somehow, with the passage of time, they have learned to appreciate homemade soups and often make it themselves. Katie makes enough to freeze, enough to eat and enough to give to me!

Friday, March 9, 2012

Lynn's Comments: This strip has a bit of a story behind it. I was travelling quite a bit for work and was often waiting to board a plane somewhere. I was en route to New York and sitting in the lounge were all kinds of folks heading to meetings and events and so on. Our flight had been delayed. Some were late for connecting flights, some were unable to contact people who were meeting them. We were all getting frustrated and anxious. An hour went by with no information. Then another hour passed. Eventually we were all furious. The tension was awful ... but then a miracle occurred.

A man went completely berserk--he stood up, cursing the airline, and the attendants at the gate. He threw down his briefcase and stomped on it, shouting and waving his arms. He threatened to sue. He screamed obscenities. At that point, the rest of us relaxed. We all watched as someone else acted out our frustrations perfectly. As he ranted, we said to ourselves, "Yeah, that's right. That's exactly how I feel."

By the time the authorities came, the lounge was a quiet place full of calm people. It was instant stress relief. It occurred to me that I performed this same service for my family; the more irate I became about something, the less they cared about it!

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Lynn's Comments: Kate and Aaron liked to answer the phone. I made sure they were polite and respectful. Aaron could write a message and take down the number. Katie just had to say I was busy and to please call back later. She answered while I was in the bath one day and had this very chat with the person who called. I never did find out who it was!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Lynn's Comments: If the calculator was left out, it was sure to be tampered with. We soon learned to do our paperwork after the kids were in bed and asleep. It's easier now that we use computers. I did, however hear of a friend who lost a day's work because her cat walked on the keys!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Lynn's Comments: Strips like this one were always hard to translate. Apparently "paying through the nose" only makes sense in English!

Friday, March 16, 2012

Lynn's Comments: This strip a favourite. Folks who came home from a hard day's work to see their dog happily lolling on the living room carpet in the warmth of the sun let me know that this strip was on target. Forgetting that a dog's life is really a kind of captivity...we do tend to envy them. The one time I was glad NOT to be a pampered pet was when I opened a can of dog food and watched ol' Farley gulping mystery meat from a grubby plastic bowl.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Lynn's Comments: We were still in our thirties when we started to grumble about looking older. Small wrinkles, the inevitable tummy bulge and the discovery of an early grey hair lead us to believe we were over the hill. I look at people in their thirties now and I think "Wow, wouldn't it be nice to be young like that again?!"

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Lynn's Comments: Those of us who still want to retain some dignity on the beach have a hard time finding the swimwear to do it in. When I vented my frustration in the paper, I would always get mail from grateful women who shared my point of view.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Lynn's Comments: I still have this little outfit, carefully preserved in my closet upstairs. Some things you just shouldn't part with!

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Lynn's Comments: Katie did not want to go to the Easter Parade. She didn't want to be in the parade. She didn't want to wear the hat. What finally persuaded her to go was Aaron saying that he'd get all the chocolate, the cake, and the other goodies and she'd get none. Even though I was not pleased with his sentiments, I appreciated his help.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Lynn's Comments: The concept of being born a sinner confused me. As a kid, I was unable to process this--it just didn't make sense. I hoped in time I'd understand. I'm still waiting.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Lynn's Comments: One tradition we really enjoyed every Easter was colouring eggs. My mother was a fine artist who tried every technique she could find to make our eggs different from the norm. She had us work with white wax crayons which kept the dye from colouring the shell. We then warmed and wiped off the wax so that another colour could be added where the wax had been. This was similar to the way the beautifully decorated eggs are done in the Ukrainian style. Ours were rough and "kid-like" but neat, just the same. She mixed vegetable oil with the dye to create swirling patterns. She put rubber bands around the eggs to make straight lines so we could draw around them. For us it was an art lesson as well as a great way to prepare for the coming of the E.B. who would hide them in the night!

Eating the eggs we had so carefully coloured was difficult because we hated to destroy the shells. This resulted in mom's "Easter tree". She would carefully break each shell in half, use a needle to tie a thread to the top and hang the shells from the branches of a small shrub she'd placed in a vase. For us, Easter Sunday was as enjoyable as Christmas--and without the expense!