Lynn's Comments: This was done at the time when my parents were leaving their house of many, many years. My mother had more plastic containers than anyone you can imagine.
Lynn's Comments: When I was around 30, I asked my mother, "When can you say you have truly grown up?" She replied, "Never." When her dad died, she looked up from writing the obituary and said, "I'm an orphan, now." She was over 65.
Lynn's Comments: When the name "The Bentwood Rockers" came to mind for a senior citizen's band, I laughed out loud. Some ideas come from "out there" somewhere. Cartoonists are forever looking up and saying, "Whoever you are...Thanks!"
Lynn's Comments: My grandfather used to say the longest grace when we were all sitting in front of a holiday meal—hungry and desperate to begin. Because he never went to church and rarely talked about the bible, we were sure he did it for the fun of making us wait.
Lynn's Comments: Having "baby talk" to work with provided me with many sweet interactions like this. Once my kids grew past this stage, it was harder to come up with such gentle humour.
Lynn's Comments: My dad did this. He would pop his teeth out and make faces. It drove my mom crazy. At work, he'd keep his teeth in his breast pocket. One day, he fell against the counter when a customer came into his shop and he accidentally "bit himself" on the chest. We laughed about this for weeks.
Lynn's Comments: My dad smoked until the day he died—of lung cancer. To keep us from knowing he was smoking, he'd go for a walk. This was funny...we could see him light up before he got past the kitchen window.