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Thursday August 31, 2017

Lynn's Comments: I remember so clearly moving from Ridgeway Elementary School to Sutherland Senior Secondary. The girls were all beginning to mature. Our bodies were changing faster than the boys’ were, and suddenly our bodies were on display. This was my impression anyway. We had gone from being almost unisex beings–bumping into each other and roughhousing without too much interest in shape or size, to being physically checked out. Checked out, as in what are you wearing under what you are wearing? It wasn’t just the boys checking out the girls, it was everyone checking out everyone else. We were all changing and we wanted to know who was in the lead and who was lagging.

Tuesday November 7, 2017

Lynn's Comments: All of the Remembrance day strips were done for my mother, my dad, and his brother who were all veterans of the Second World War. My dad was an instrument mechanic and my mother ordered all the parts for the aircraft. They met in England and had some wonderful stories to tell. Uncle Joe was a motorcycle dispatch rider. He never spoke about the war.

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!

Sunday February 4, 2018

Lynn's Comments: This really happened, but it was me who waited in the snow for the garbage truck. It took awhile to realize I was out there on the wrong day!

Tuesday February 6, 2018

Lynn's Comments: After all the care we put into choosing their food, a dog usually prefers garbage. A garbage-flavoured kibble might be something to consider.

Saturday March 3, 2018

Lynn's Comments: My brother and I made life miserable for anyone who took on the job of babysitting us. When I became a teenager and it was my turn to take on the job of babysitting, I knew what my charges would do to me. I remember thinking, "a good babysitter never gets paid enough!"

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.

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!

Sunday August 12, 2018

Lynn's Comments: My mother had a garbage philosophy: "Put one human being in a house for one hour and there will be garbage." I think she was right.