Monthly Archives: April 2013

Monday April 8, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

I was in the best shape ever when I lived in Lynn Lake. The community centre gym was a block away, I walked everywhere, and I was constantly carrying the kids around. There were times when I would carry Katie on my back in a carrier and have Aaron on my hip at the same time. These days, I’m lucky if I can heave a small piece of luggage into an overhead bin!

Wednesday April 10, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

Aaron took a sort of aptitude test one day, and one of the results was that he had an adult vocabulary. This why it was hard to put anything over on him. My brother and I were always encouraged to learn more words; “You can’t express yourself properly if you don’t have enough words in your head!” was something my mom drilled into us. Aaron had a natural affinity for words and often surprised us with big ones!

Sunday April 14, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

When I look at this now, I smile. I was not yet forty, but I could see myself aging. Every wrinkle was worrisome. The tiniest hint of an eye bag sent me looking for creams. We had been married for a few years and I was wearing some pretty tattered nightgowns. I didn’t care much about looking good when I went to bed… as long as the face looked good in the morning.

Now that I’m 65, I have given up on the face, but I wear pretty nightgowns – I seem to be doing things in reverse!

Tuesday April 16, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

Party games were a must whenever I hosted a gig for my kids – and I had to keep finding new stuff for them to do. The best games were often the ones that elicited groans and complaints at adult parties but were a lot of fun – after you got started. Fortunately, kids don’t need any “fortification” when it comes to being silly!

Sunday April 21, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

Lizzie Patterson was a joy to draw and have fun with. In essence, she was my daughter Katie- even though I couldn’t do a caricature of her. This scenario was something she and I shared, but I put the daddy into the scene for the sake of balance. I would look to see how often I had shown “sweet parenting scenes” and which parent had been involved. If it was the dad’s turn to be in the picture, then I gave the spotlight to John. I wanted to show that both parents were equally involved in everything.

Wednesday April 24, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

My grandfather had the only car in the family, so if we went anywhere the bus didn’t go, we went with him. He always exacted a price. In order to make a trip profitable for him, we had to stop off at one of his clients’ homes first. Gramps was a stamp dealer, so en route to a family picnic, we had the horrible task of having to sit in some old fart’s dreary home and behave ourselves until he had ended his talking, his tea, and our patience. As Alan and I sat fidgeting and contemplated his demise, I looked to the future. I thought about having my own home and I vowed that I would always have toys for kids to play with, even if I had no kids myself. One of the first things I bought when I had my first apartment was a teddy bear. Toys have always been essential in my life… to the extent that I still buy them, still find joy in the innovation of new ideas, and still play with them whenever I have a child around to encourage me. My grandfather was a grouchy old miser… but thanks to him, the kids who visit my house enjoy their time!

Thursday April 25, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

My first husband was seven years my senior, so quite few of our married friends were older than I and had young families. One young mother was taking an early childhood education class. We’d agreed to meet for coffee afterwards, but she invited me to attend. The speaker was child psychologist. I didn’t think he knew what he was talking about. I thought I could teach the class better than he could – and I was the only one in the class without children! Later, my kids made me humble.

Saturday April 27, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

We didn’t have a garage, so my brother’s bands practiced in our basement. For as long as I can remember, the sound of their practicing was ambient noise, and when he wasn’t rehearsing with his buddies, Al practiced his horn for hours. The scales, the trills and the tricks of the tongue had to be repeated endlessly, and there were times I just had to escape from it. No amount of teasing or pleading kept him from practicing – which is why he was, in later years, such an excellent musician!

Sunday April 28, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

This is a Vancouver scene. Rain suits were a necessity, and all of us had some kind of plastic or rubberized gear. In high pants and slickers, we’d run around in the rain, jump into puddles, and play in the mud, oblivious to squelching boots, wet mitts, and dripping faces. We would also forget to go to the bathroom, but it hardly mattered: For a moment, we’d be “warm.” We west coast kids were part duck when it came to the outdoors. Even a deluge was fun — especially in August. Now, we live in a fairly dry climate where umbrellas are rarely seen and kids won’t go out if it’s spitting. The other day I was in a children’s shop and there was the cutest rain suit I have ever seen. I bought it for my granddaughter, who will soon be walking. Someday, I’m going to put on a raincoat and gumboots and show her what a rainy day is all about!

Monday April 29, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

Aaron’s lessons continued through the school music program. His lessons at home continued for a while too, but he eventually lost interest… and then he lost the mouthpiece. We had to order a new one, and it took weeks to arrive. We then tried the piano. Aaron and I took lessons together. We had our fingers rapped for not curving them correctly, and both of us quit at the same time. Today, he plays the guitar and sings quite well — so the gift was always there, it just took a while to awaken it!