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Monday March 11, 2019

Sunday March 10, 2019

Lynn's Comments: This scenario never changes. Here we are in 2019, with all of the new synthetics and brand name winter duds and east coast kids still hit the snow in summer clothing. Here on the warm wet coast, however, one can see the biggest parkas waiting in line for the bus. Go figure!
Saturday March 9, 2019

Lynn's Comments: Kate was as at home in the workshop as I was in the kitchen.
Friday March 8, 2019

Lynn's Comments: Kate did this!
Thursday March 7, 2019

Wednesday March 6, 2019

Tuesday March 5, 2019

Lynn's Comments: When Kate had an idea, she went ahead with plans and determination. Whether it was from paper, wood, plastic or wire, if she could find the materials, she could make just about anything.
Monday March 4, 2019

Lynn's Comments: I think the first woodworking project Katie and her dad did together was a birdhouse. She loved the workshop and wanted to know how everything was used.
Sunday March 3, 2019

Saturday March 2, 2019

Friday March 1, 2019

Thursday February 28, 2019

Lynn's Comments: I've shown the kids ballroom dancing, which was what we did…we had to learn how! It was part of our gym class curriculum. Ballroom dancing allowed us to lean close together, to allow one person to lead the other, to feel motion, rhythm, pattern and style. Things have changed. People don’t ballroom dance anymore, but I'm guessing it will become such a novelty that young people will see how romantic it is and bring it all back. YES!!! …But first, they'll have to come up with some danceable tunes.
Wednesday February 27, 2019

Tuesday February 26, 2019

Monday February 25, 2019

Sunday February 24, 2019

Lynn's Comments: I wasn't allowed to show "yellow snow," but the suggestion was OK.
Saturday February 23, 2019

Lynn's Comments: Every class has its jerks and its heroes. I wanted to show that Gordon, despite his rough home life and his crumpled clothes, was a genuine hero.
Friday February 22, 2019

Thursday February 21, 2019

Lynn's Comments: This didn’t happen to me until I had graduated and was in art school…but it happened. Disposing of one's lunch in a public space is never gracious, but we all seem to need this experience. Mine happened in Stanley Park near the zoo—an appropriate location.
Wednesday February 20, 2019

Lynn's Comments: What I remember of the school dances (or sock hops) was sweating in tight, formal clothing and feeling the fuzz on the boys' faces as we danced awkwardly cheek to cheek.
Tuesday February 19, 2019

Monday February 18, 2019

Sunday February 17, 2019

Lynn's Comments: The TV tray was invented, of course, as soon as the television became a household necessity. Like an indoor commode, every home HAD to have one. My mother, who ruled the roost, hated the thought of us sitting in front of the TV to eat, so we missed all kinds of good shows. They all seemed to come on at 6:00. One afternoon, my dad was late coming home from work. He was always home by 5:30 but this time he was not only late, but had arrived in a delivery van straight from Sears. My brother and I watched through the window as he unloaded a thin rectangular box, waved his thanks to the driver and headed into the house. Inside the box was a set of aluminum TV trays; a wonderful sight to behold. My mother conceded her fight and (depending on the show) allowed us all to eat dinner in front of the television. This was one of the very few times my father defied her. I thank Gunsmoke and Walt Disney for that one significant victory.
Saturday February 16, 2019

Lynn's Comments: Our aperitif of choice was a disgusting, cheap, and very sweet wine called "Berrycup." It was the first to come in a gallon plastic jug with a spigot on the side. Guys who were "of drinking age" would hang around the liquor stores waiting for us under-agers to show up with enough cash to score them a bottle and something for ourselves. Berrycup: The wine you can share, the hangover you can depend on.
Friday February 15, 2019

Lynn's Comments: We called the space behind a fence near the school goal post "the smokers union." It was in this darkened corner that we all took turns choking on Lucky Strikes or sipping wine from jam jars.
Thursday February 14, 2019

Wednesday February 13, 2019

Lynn's Comments: My mother would drive my friends and me to school dances. We'd cringe in the back seat, hoping we wouldn't be seen. With great understanding, my mom would drop us off a block away from the school so we could walk, unaccompanied, by a "rent." Whatever rifts came between us, she could also be totally cool.
Tuesday February 12, 2019

Monday February 11, 2019

Lynn's Comments: I found that some story lines needed a break; something that would return the focus to the family—giving us a fast "glimpse" into something else. These asides were often very sweet. They made me happy and gave both the readers and myself a rest from more serious ideas.
Sunday February 10, 2019
