Monthly Archives: May 2014

Thursday May 1, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

As kids, our backyard parking space was a covered rectangle — which smelled of cat spray and mud. North Vancouver’s heavy rainfall was the one thing we needed protection from. Sweeping out the garage would have been a serious chore — if we had one. It wasn’t until I moved my family to Ontario that a garage became familiar and oh so necessary. At this point, it was MY kids who hated sweeping the garage!

Friday May 2, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

I remember saving to buy my mom something for Mother’s Day. What can you buy for a few cents? Even in “the day” when things cost less — earnings were less too. Dad would give me 10 cents for chores that were “one off”, like pulling weeds from the front path or picking up branches from the lawn. I preferred these small chores to an hourly wage. For a kid, 60 minutes of “work” is a sentence, not a job!

Tuesday May 6, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

When I was in high school, I went out with a guy whose dad was a florist. I would often wait for Ken at the family flower shop, taking the opportunity to look into the big refrigerated room where the flowers were stored. I’d sneak into the back room where vases were kept and arrangements were designed. It was exciting. I loved the ambience, the colours, and the smell, and when Ken gave me a corsage, I kept it for as long as I could. Flowers are still my favourite gift — to give and to get!

Thursday May 8, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

There had to be a bad guy in the picture, so Brad Luggsworth was introduced. His last name just popped into my head. It suited him. Brad was out to get Michael Patterson and anyone he hung out with. I don’t know why he set Michael in his sights, but that’s the way it was. Brad was a large kid, a slow learner with a chip on his shoulder who threw his weight around. FBorFW had become a “story strip.” New characters provided great material, but they added to a growing “cast” as well.

Friday May 9, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

I don’t know who the Brad Luggsworth character was based on. There were always big kids in school who intimidated just because of their size. In my world, I was the bully. I felt safer if I was the one with the chip on my shoulder and the penchant for a fight. I was always ready to defend myself…or, maybe the word was “protect.”

Sunday May 11, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

Behind closed doors, I had a dopey, mommy-to-doggie vocabulary, which I shared with Farley alone. I even had a song I sang to him, and later, I made up a song for Willy, our small black spaniel. While openly criticizing other pooch-parents for talking baby talk to their canine family members, I was doing the very same thing. My dogs appreciated it. This was a language we shared in the privacy of my home. This Sunday page allowed readers into our secret world. I believed that the sheer stupidity of what Elly was saying would be taken as “made-up cartoon dialogue,” but not so. I received several letters from readers telling me they used the exact same words of endearment!

Monday May 12, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

Not so long ago I was wandering around one of the local high schools — waiting for the robotics team to run one of their competition models (I am such a fan!) when someone opened a locker. The familiar smell sent me back in time to days of lunch bags, gym strip, foolscap and gum. They say that you don’t forget smells, so test yourself: think of new Pink Pearl erasers, a doll’s saran hair, pencil shavings, crayons and wax lips…do they bring back memories?

Tuesday May 13, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

For the new release of this strip, the dialogue was changed to read, “Hey, guys, what’s short and round…” I knew I would still get negative mail but perhaps fewer complaints than when it was first printed. People don’t want to see derogatory remarks of any kind, even if it’s exactly what two little boys would say. I could have deleted the strip, but I rather liked the gag!

Sunday May 18, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

This cartoon was done specifically as a message to my son. Word for word, grimace for groan, I expressed my outrage in the most visible and lasting way possible. When the strip appeared in the Toronto Star, I showed it to him hoping that he would be shocked into changing his evil ways. I said that millions of people had read it and now knew about the way he treated his laundry — and ME! Aaron read the dialogue thoroughly and said, “I get the gag, Ma, but what’s your point?”

Monday May 19, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

Waterbeds were all the rage in the ’80s, so we bought one. It was a miserable thing. The heater was defective, so the mattress was often clammy and cold. Putting the sheets on took practice. We had to pull up the edge of the mattress, then work a band of elastic under this blubbery, rolling water-filled sack while skinning our knuckles on the frame. It occurred to me that it was kind of like dressing something warm, large, and flabby!

Saturday May 24, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

My mother didn’t like me drinking out of the water faucet in the bathroom sink. She told me that there were snakes in the water pipes and they laid eggs in the water, so I had to look at the water in the glass to make sure there were no eggs in it. If I drank directly out of the faucet and swallowed the eggs, well…snakes would grow in my stomach and come wriggling out of my nose! It worked. I stopped drinking out of the faucet and looked for eggs in every glass of water I poured. I still think of this when I get a glass of water. The “power of suggestion” is power, indeed!

Monday May 26, 2014

Lynn’s Notes:

Having moved to a more southerly clime, we were able to grow real plants! I went crazy finding ornamental trees and flowering perennials to fill our garden. I dug and I trimmed. The job was bigger than I had imagined, so I hired a lady to help me. She would arrive with her young children in tow; I’d feed and water them while she did the same for the garden. Eventually, we had a beautiful place to live, surrounded by pine forests and open fields.