Lynn's Comments: Every now and then, I brought a little focus to the "inequality of women"...and when it comes to Christmas and holiday planning, I don't think anything has changed!
Lynn's Comments: This is another true story. My daughter was happy to deposit a donated gift on a table at the church but couldn't understand why it had to be left there. She wasn't the only kid to be taken away from the service in tears. It takes time to understand that it's better to give than to receive!
Lynn's Comments: I remember my grandmother explaining to my mother how much molasses to put into a batch of cookies: it was "two golollups and a drip." If the bottle we used was the same size each time, it was a perfect measurement!
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 mom was a stickler for good manners. Although the rules and regs of growing up in our household could sometimes be onerous, we learned to appreciate everything she taught us.
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.
Lynn's Comments: When I was 16, I got a part-time job at a big Vancouver department store. It was Christmas and I was in the jewellery department. What surprised me was the number of men who came in at the last minute on December 24th looking for something for their wives!