Monthly Archives: September 2012

Saturday September 1, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

When I was having marriage problems (the first time), I went home to stay with my parents for a while to clear my head and see things from a different point of view. I said to my mother that I wished I had lived with my partner before we had married. In reply, she said she would have disinherited me. “You wouldn’t disinherit Alan (my brother) if he lived with someone before marriage!” I said. “That’s different.” she huffed, “He’s a boy.”

Sunday September 2, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

Here is another strip that got me into hot water. Removing Michael’s towel while he was changing was a reportable offense! The problem with a static image is the subtle elements, which would otherwise explain things, are not there. You can’t show subtle things like eye movement, shrugs, knowing smiles, and reassuring gestures. The artist knows the situation is all in fun, but the audience does not. What should be funny is therefore sometimes misinterpreted.

As kids, we would change on the beach under our towels so fast that even the swiftest voyeur was unable to catch us in the buff. We’d yell out “I’m changing!!” just to goad someone into pulling off our towels. That’s what kids do! Anyway, this ran and I knew as I saw it in print that I would soon be getting more mail. I learned another lesson… but then again, this job is all “towel and error!”

Tuesday September 4, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

Neither of my husbands liked to cook. They could make peanut butter sandwiches, barbecue a steak, or make pancakes (a serious effort), but to expect them to create an entire meal was a lot to ask. I decided to teach my son the art of cooking but he took to this with the same amount of enthusiasm he had for cleaning his room. So, as an adult now, he goes out to eat. The positive side to this is — he knows some great restaurants in Vancouver!

Wednesday September 5, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

In the north, we always had pork and beans on hand. This was serious “bush” cuisine. P&B accompanied most guides and trappers into the woods. It was common to hear a hunter say, “I’m goin’ out with a couple of pork an’ beaners” –meaning he was going hunting with a couple of guides. My daughter Katie loved pork and beans. She liked to mash them into her plate, fire them onto the floor, and occasionally eat them. They kept her occupied. And to this day, I still call her “Beans!”

Thursday September 6, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

After dinner we had a routine: Check to see what homework had been brought home and “remind” Aaron until he got it done. Oh, he would have done it without the nagging. He would have left it until the last minute and dashed off enough to make do. He might even get up in the middle of the night to complete a project, but we liked him to finish it earlier. We wanted to teach him responsibility and pride in having done something to the best of his ability. We didn’t want him to do what WE did!

Friday September 7, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

I read the same books over and over again until the kids could “read” along with me. I don’t remember resenting the repetition — it helped them to learn. Aaron, in particular, could pick out individual words long before he started school. He loved to look through the newspaper and circle all of the “ands!”

Saturday September 8, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

This is a rather revealing commentary. My husband’s mom was the kind of parent who said, “Wait until your father gets home!” This made his dad the disciplinarian; one who was tired, hungry, and impatient. On a number of occasions, Rod told me he had been afraid of his father and I was surprised. In my opinion, he was kind and gentle and good with children, which shows how different we can be when we’re under stress.

Sunday September 9, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

This was me. I remember tying knots in the curtains, jumping on the couch, melting crayons on the radiator, peeling the wallpaper, and dropping toys into the biff. I don’t think I was doing these things to be destructive as much as I needed stuff to do. We didn’t have a TV, mom worked all the time doing laundry, canning, cleaning, and making meals. And when she wasn’t doing housework, she sewed for us and did repairs and alterations for the dry cleaners down the street. She tried all kinds of things to keep us occupied. It’s just that we needed constant attention and she wasn’t superhuman. She did the best she could. Rainy weather often kept us indoors even in summertime, so it would be interesting for me to poll some of my fellow North Vancouverites to see if they too were as full of mischief as we were.

Monday September 10, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

When my children started going to school, I found it interesting to hear them talk about their teachers’ private lives. Teachers talked about their children, their summer holidays, their childhoods, and so on. In short, they admitted they were real people! I think this helped my kids to relax, to trust, and to enjoy their classroom experience.

Friday September 14, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

This gave me the opportunity to show how worried the children would be seeing their dog go to “the hospital.” We take each healthy day for granted, and to a child, the family dog seems invulnerable to anything that could take him away. Showing concern for Farley’s well-being was, I thought, a story that families could relate to. My sister-in-law Beth (the vet) was a great resource at this time.

Sunday September 16, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

I don’t really like this strip. Even though the things Elly says about herself are exactly the way I felt, I don’t think I handled this idea well. What I wanted to say is: It’s easy to criticize, but the truth is… nobody’s perfect. Oh well. When a strip I hated came out, I’d cringe, wish I had done something better, and be glad that it would be forgotten by the next day. This was before we started reprinting the duds for everyone to read in perpetuity. So, do me a favour… skip this one and go on to the next!

Wednesday September 19, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

This scenario comes from a story a friend told me. When their poodle was ill, they were all very worried — except for the youngest child (of three) who wanted the same amount of attention the dog was getting. He immediately felt sick and complained he had the exact same symptoms the dog had. They thought this was funny and they treated him to a lot of TLC… but didn’t take him in for surgery!

Thursday September 20, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

This is amazingly close to home. I said stuff in the strip that other women would only tell a best friend. My midriff bulge swells and reduces as my moods swing accordingly. I cannot lose the last 10 lbs for good because I like to eat. New pants fit on the day that I buy them, and are “sausage casings” a day later. It is a sad and familiar tune that I am still singing — along with the choir of virtual friends whose tale of woe parallels mine.

Friday September 21, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

Here is an example of bad lettering. Hand lettering has to be neat, clean, and legible. Spaces between the words are important as well. You have to make sure that the reader’s eyes flow easily over the text and that he knows exactly what’s being said. I never thought twice about the lettering in this strip until I received a note from a reader saying he couldn’t understand why: In the second panel, Elly had called herself a “goon.”

Saturday September 22, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

My grandfather used to fall asleep on his living room couch, which made life difficult for us kids when we visited — since there was no basement in their house and little to do outside. We were told to keep very quiet, which was a challenge. Gramps had a nasty temper and wasn’t a kid-friendly guy. Any sudden noise would make him jump up and holler, and when he hollered, he roared. This we quite enjoyed. The above scenario comes with a smile, from my past.

Monday September 24, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

I was happy when this punchline came to mind. I thought it was too good to have been thought up by me alone, that some other cartoonist had surely thought of it too. So far, I haven’t been told of a duplication, so perhaps I’m home free. Believe it or not, there are days when two of us will think up the exact same line, and on rare occasions, these are printed on the same day!

Tuesday September 25, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

Aaron came in one day from playing outside and he was filthy. I told him to go upstairs, take off his shirt and pants, and throw them in the laundry. I told him to then fill up the washbasin and give himself a thorough wash. He was gone a long time. When he finally appeared, he was wearing pyjamas but he looked as dirty as ever. I asked him if he had washed himself and he told me to look at his face. Around his mouth was a circle of clean, pink face. He had licked off the dirt for as far as his tongue could reach.

Wednesday September 26, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

Aaron had one excuse after another for not going to bed. It seemed as though he never slept. I would hear him late at night doing stuff in his room and I wondered when he’d get into a “normal” routine. Well, he’s almost 40 now and he’s still a night owl. It’s not unusual for him to be up and working at 3:00 am!

Friday September 28, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

This was true, as I guess it is for many couples. We were both so busy that we seldom had time for a good heart to heart talk. For this reason alone, buying an aircraft was the best thing we ever did. It meant long hours of silent, beautiful flight. Sharing the view, talking through headsets, we really had time to communicate. I wish I’d known then that it was more than a vehicle. Not only did the plane keep us in touch with the outside world, it kept us in touch with each other.

Saturday September 29, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

When I was about 12, I decided to draw the man I would marry. I sat down in my dad’s yellow recliner with a pad and pencil and I asked the “spirits” to guide my hand. I drew an average-looking Caucasian man with light-coloured, wavy hair, a non-descript mouth and nose, and large, bright eyes. Once finished, I looked at the face; thinking it was a dumb thing to have drawn, I wadded up the paper and threw it away. Wow. I don’t know how many times I wished that I had kept that drawing!!!

Sunday September 30, 2012

Lynn’s Notes:

The Arbuckle family lived next door to us on Fifth and Lonsdale in North Vancouver. Their dog, Teddy, was a stoic old guy — trained to follow the footpaths in the garden and to walk alongside his master without a leash. Still, he was always up for a barking session when Alan and I teased him through the fence, which separated our two wartime houses. George Arbuckle worked in the shipyards and was away most days — even on weekends. Mrs A. spent no time with Teddy, and so our teasing was a welcome diversion from pacing the backyard. Teddy barked at us for all he was worth and seemed to enjoy every minute of it. We did not have a tape recorder but managed to bark back at him in such a way that it sounded like several dogs all barking at once. It was a compliment, therefore, to hear from the neighbours on the other side of the street that there had been a pack of dogs behind the Arbuckle house and something should be done about it. Thus, the Ridgway kids made the “news” again.