Elly: Browse The Strips

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Lynn's Comments: I have a friend whose worst accidents at home have been because of her dog. She has tripped over him, fallen over him on the stairs and she even broke her foot when he pulled her down an icy sidewalk one winter. Her favourite quote was "When I saw him at the shelter, I just fell for him!"

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Lynn's Comments: Yes, this happened--and with all the theatrical sarcasm seen here. This was what made our marriage so much fun. We were both able to laugh and make jokes out of just about anything.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Lynn's Comments: My dad always had beautiful window displays in his jewellery shop. The front windows were small, so we could really go to town--especially at Christmas. We couldn't afford new things, so we made do with wedding dresses from the Salvation Army for the snow, last year's Christmas cards for sparkles, and tinsel from our own tree. Mom found and painted tiny branches. She cut elaborate snowflakes from tissue paper saved from gifts and shoe boxes--and I have to say those windows were spectacular. Eaton's and the Hudson Bay stores in Vancouver had nothing on us. Folks would bring their kids by dad's shop windows just to see what we'd done that year, and if we were lucky, they'd come in and buy a gift or two. Interestingly, that wasn't the goal. We all loved the challenge of making that display the best it could possibly be.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Lynn's Comments: I was a member of the Art Centre board in North Bay for a few years. In an effort to make the theatre more profitable, a friend and I drove to a neighbouring town's theatre to find out how they managed to stay in the black. Thinking they had a magical formula, I begged them to tell us the secret to their financial success. The answer, sadly, was Bingo. Bingo became one of our main resources, too. You'd think the wonderful art of live theatre would have brought in enough to pay the bills!

Friday, November 21, 2014

Lynn's Comments: One year, my mother found a recipe for sugar plums. They were a lot of work, tasted awful, and gave us the trots. After that, "visions of sugar plums" had an entirely different meaning.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Lynn's Comments: One of the reasons I don't volunteer to be a board member now is that I always have suggestions. My philosophy is--if you make a suggestion, you should be willing to act on it! With this in mind, I graciously decline opportunities to be a board member. Even at the age of 65, I still can't keep my mouth shut!

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Lynn's Comments: Once again--a true-to-life bit of stupidity became a Sunday strip. It was one of those things that made me say to myself, "What was I thinking? I KNEW that would happen!" Because these events made such good material, I was almost HAPPY to have done something silly! When I could use a situation, make fun of it, exaggerate it, draw all of the expressions, delve into the body language--I was grateful! Knowing this, my kids would try to diminish a situation by saying, "Hey, you can use that in the strip!" Using the strip as an outlet was convenient. I didn't need a therapist; I just poured my thoughts into the ether and waited for the results to come back. Always, there was someone out there who felt the same way I did, someone had had the same experience exactly and could identify. Their letters were wonderful. There's nothing more comforting than knowing you're not alone!

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Lynn's Comments: Having gone on several Medical Missions to Honduras and Peru, I am well aware of how little some people have and how much we in North America take for granted. When my kids said they were "starving," I was grateful that they had no idea what "starving" meant.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Lynn's Comments: How wild your imagination becomes if someone you love is late coming home. You're sure they're safe, but--what if? What if your family is one of those about whom the headlines are written? After all, it's the luck of the draw. Nobody is absolutely secure. Bad things can happen to any of us. In your mind, you go from imagining fatal accidents to acts of violence to kidnapping--all the stuff you see in the movies. Perhaps what we do is prepare ourselves for the worst. Maybe this is a good exercise, but it's often far too stressful and far too frightening.

When folks ask how writers come up with so many weird ideas, I use the "missing at night" scenario to explain: Give yourself a situation in which you have no control, something that could go in any direction--this is when your writer's hat goes on. You want to resolve the situation now; you want to be able to handle whatever happens, and so you let your imagination loose. The next thing you know, you are in the mind of a writer. One small idea bubbles into another. Could there have been an accident?

You visualize this awful possibility: the car, the people inside. Are they on a roadside? In the water? Soon, you're bringing in sirens--an ambulance and police to the scene. You go from imagining the accident to living through the aftermath: the hospital, the anguish, the lives on the line. You argue with nurses, you fight for the right to know. You call relatives and tell them the news. You wait for the recovery, or you plan for the wake. This is how a writer works; even though you're telling a story, you feel as though it's real.

For a writer, imagination is a gift. For someone who is waiting and wondering, it's a nuisance. The good thing is, by the time you reach the most agonizing chapter in your imaginary scenario, your missing person shows up and you have nothing to show for your night of woe but relief. And--isn't that a great way for this all to end?

Monday, December 8, 2014

Lynn's Comments: At this time, my parents lived in Hope, British Columbia. To get to North Bay was quite a haul: a two-hour drive to Vancouver, a flight to Toronto, and another to North Bay. With two kids, it was even more hassle for us to go to them. The few times we did get together for Christmas were much-celebrated events.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Lynn's Comments: We were fortunate to have enough space that we didn't have to reorganize our sleeping arrangements. The game of musical beds was, however, good fodder for the strip.