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Sunday, June 10, 2012

Lynn's Comments: In reality, Rod and I had a very different kind of wedding. It was his first; my second, and we both wanted a small, private ceremony. Neither Rod's nor my parents could attend, so our friend, Marjorie Baskin, suggested we use the living room in her house--as her husband, Rabbi Baskin, was going to do the honours. She made us a cake. My brother and a few good friends were there. It was a beautiful service--a combination of Christian and Jewish ritual, which concluded with the breaking of a wine glass. It was a sunny afternoon and friends were looking after Aaron who, at the age of two, was not likely to sit still. After a celebratory drink and a piece of Marge's cake we went to pick him up. Aaron wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew our lives had changed. I picked him up and as he gave me a hug, he said, "I've now got a mom and a Rod!" This, as much as the ceremony, made us a family!

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Lynn's Comments: This is something that didn't happen but should have. Brought up in the Anglican Church, I endured countless hours sitting through painfully dull sermons and kneeling as the litany droned on. I would have given anything to see a kid launch a toy down the aisle--and I'm sure the adults would have appreciated it, too!

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Lynn's Comments: When I was a kid, my mother was the staunch churchgoer. Dad, my brother and I could hardly stay awake during the services. In order to keep us from fooling around in our seats, Dad would bring big, round, white peppermints, which came in a squeaky plastic wrapper. Try as he might, he could not keep the peppermints a secret; everyone from the folks in the rows around us to the minister himself could hear the telltale sound of the wrapper. Mom would be furious. Dad would be shrugging with feigned embarrassment, and we, with a bulge in our cheek, would simply smile. To this day, when I hear the squeak of a particular kind of plastic wrapper, I am rocketed back in time to the hard pews, the cedar smell, and the sleep-inducing drone of a sermon at St. John's Anglican Church. Thanks, Dad, for the peppermints!

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Meanwhile, Sandy was at the wedding wondering where Kevin had gone. How long could it take to dispose of a bag of garbage?

Monday, August 1, 2016

Lynn's Comments: [Continued from last month:] Sandy sat in the pew and watched the wedding ceremony--worried and angry. Where could Kevin be?

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Lynn's Comments: He described the dumpster as being behind a restaurant and grocery store. Wet and decaying vegetables lay in a mucky stew on the bottom. He had to climb in, wearing his best clothes, and dig around in the stinking mess to find his car keys. If it had been a watch, he might have just let it go! Car keys were essential!

Friday, August 5, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Within the story of the dumpster, I had to blend the serious commitment of Phil and Georgia's wedding. This kind of challenge made writing and drawing the strip pure fun.

Monday, August 8, 2016

Lynn's Comments: Kevin O'Grady spent the entire day aware of how badly he smelled of the dumpster. If things like this weren't so funny, we'd never get through life!

Sunday December 18, 2022

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!