Elizabeth: Browse The Strips

Sunday January 28, 2018

Lynn's Comments: I was about seven and my brother was five. We had been having one of our knock-down, drag out fights. Mom was in the basement and either ignored us or couldn't hear just how angry the fight had become.

Our one bathroom, which had a locking door, became a refuge. If you could get in there first, you were safe. You had to slam the door to get it to lock. I ran into the bathroom, slammed the door and Alan screamed. Thinking he was just screaming with rage, I continued to shove the door shut not knowing that his finger had been caught in the door jamb. By the time I realized there was something wrong, I had seriously injured his finger. Mom rushed us to the hospital where he was given a shot and had his finger bound with gauze. It wasn't broken, but his knuckle was severely bruised and the skin had split with the pressure. I was so sorry. Even though Alan accepted my apology, I've never forgotten the incident and I have never forgiven myself!

Friday February 2, 2018

Lynn's Comments: My brother and I were expert teases. We savoured every "gotcha" and every "Aaaughh!!!!" We added them up, we made sure we were even. I don't think we stopped until we were in our twenties!

Monday March 5, 2018

Lynn's Comments: When I was a kid, a penny could actually buy something! The corner store I used to go to as a kid is still there and is still selling "penny candy." I went in the other day and found that I could buy an actual licorice cigar—the kind we had as kids, the real thing! It was the right length, the right texture, and it had red sprinkles on the end. It even tasted the same. The only thing different was the cost, but I bought it anyway. You can't put a price on nostalgia! Note: notice the milk carton on the counter…this caused a problem for readers on the following day.

Tuesday March 6, 2018

Lynn's Comments: This strip brought us a real flurry of questions. On the counter in the previous strip I had placed a carton of milk, assuming readers would know that Elizabeth was buying it. Presumably, the bag in this strip carries a carton of milk, which she breaks on the fence. Readers had no idea what was going on, so before they could read the following day’s strip, they wrote to say, "Maybe you know what’s in the bag, but we don’t!" This was a good lesson in how to continue a story that appears daily—only a few images at a time.

Thursday March 8, 2018

Lynn's Comments: I remember telling my mother a lie like this and it got too big to handle. The truth, though painful, is always easiest in the long run!

Tuesday March 13, 2018

Lynn's Comments: This story was used, I was told, as an example for kids at home and in kindergarten of how a lie can get out of hand. As a parent, I was "lecturing children" from my basement drawing table!

Wednesday March 21, 2018

Lynn's Comments: In a TV sit-com, you can get away with changing a character with a haircut or a hair colour because the character is a real person. In a comic strip, the art often reflects an artist’s style to the point where hair, posture, and even clothing are used to clearly identify the character. Charles Schulz once told me, "If it wasn't for hair and clothing, all my characters would look alike!" He drew them all in his own unique style.

Saturday March 24, 2018

Lynn's Comments: Strolling across the parking lot at Canadian Tire today, my partner Paul and I were talking about our past and how much fun we'd had. We wondered about the new generation of kids, and it occurred to us that right now, is THEIR "good old days!"

Sunday March 25, 2018

Lynn's Comments: Anyone who owns a large, hairy dog will see themselves in this Sunday page. The first folks to come up with the idea of a pet grooming business, really knew what they were doing!

Sunday April 8, 2018

Lynn's Comments: I bought a pair of good scissors one day because I couldn't find my sewing shears anywhere. I told Kate that these were not to be removed from my sewing box. Several days later, they were gone. The two of us did a massive clean up of the house and we found 9 pairs of scissors. Like socks, scissors sometimes disappear from the face of the earth…never to be found again.