Monthly Archives: September 2015

Tuesday September 1, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

I don’t remember missing my kids when they went off to school. They were ready, and the strip, for me, was a full time job. This was Elly’s point of view. This was from someone who would now be wondering where the future would take her. Wanting a career aside from parenting, she was now free to make some choices.

Friday September 4, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

As soon as I could talk and interact with other kids, I knew there was a hierarchy, a pecking order into which I had to fit. In the classroom and out in the playground, I knew where I was welcome and where I wasn’t. So many different elements came into play: temperament, ability, looks, interests, even cleanliness were things we considered before friendship could begin.

Wednesday September 9, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

I was often asked to champion women’s rights in the strip; to reinforce feminism. I never felt comfortable with the word "feminist "; it’s a word that to me suggests a negative attitude towards men. Rather, I preferred the word "equalist, " and I thought Elly and her friends were smart and independent and funny enough to show they were indeed equal to the men.

Thursday September 10, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

In grade one, it’s cool to be at the front of the line. This coveted spot was fought over. Kids nudged and jostled each other until one held the spot — undisputed. I wanted to be first in line so badly I couldn’t stand it. One day, I made it to about sixth, and just as we all stopped shoving, the first kid in line brought up his lunch. The next kid turned green and went to the back of the line and so did the next. This went on until I was first in line. I couldn’t believe my luck! I didn’t care about the barf, in fact, I leaned over and shouted to everyone, "Guess what! It was macaroni and cheese!" At this, two other kids threw up. "Weaklings," I said to myself as the doors opened. The line began to flow around the offensive patch and into the building with me in the lead. From then on, I claimed first place whenever I wanted it. I’d earned the right.

Wednesday September 16, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

When we first arrived in North Bay, Ontario, the local theatre had just been restored to its original beauty. I was asked if I’d join the board of directors, which I did with enthusiasm. For several years, I worked on fundraising, advertising and sponsorship, and I learned a great deal about managing a small community theatre. It’s a heck of a lot of work. I have great respect for the folks who keep these wonderful resources open and operational, and I wanted to draw some attention to them in the strip.

Friday September 18, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

There was a very funny variety show on the CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) called "Madly Off In All Directions." The host was Lorne Elliott. When he asked me to do a 10-minute comedy spot on the show. I agreed and then discovered how hard it is to do stand-up comedy! This adventure resulted in a friendship between myself and Lorne, and … (here’s the reason for this story)… he told me about a band he once played in. The name of the band was "Free Beer." He said they would put a sandwich board on the street in front of the bar they were playing in. The sign would say, "Tonight, from 9:00 until midnight, Free Beer!" People would pile into the bar waiting for 9:00, and when they discovered that "Free Beer" was the name of the band, they’d be really ticked off…but would already be sitting at a table with a beer in hand and looking forward to a show. The band now had a good sized but angry audience. "This," he said, "forced us to be a really good band!"

Sunday September 20, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

During the 60s, I loved a band called "The Ventures." I had all their records and I played them over and over. My mother would clap her hands over her ears and beg me to turn it off. "That is not music!" she’d tell me, "That is just horrible, awful noise!" The other day in the car I turned my satellite radio station to the "oldies," and right there was a tune by the Ventures! I hadn’t heard them for years, and there they were! I tapped my hands on the wheel along with the straining, wowing chords, and remembered dancing with my girlfriends in the basement — trying to look like the kids on "Dance Party." I could see what my mom was talking about though; to someone who sang along to Bing Crosby, Dinah Shore, and Rogers and Hammerstein, it was a lot of awful noise. I guess it’s all about what you grew up with. This makes me wonder…will my grandkids wax poetic about Pop?

Wednesday September 23, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

This was a very personal bit of commentary. By the time I had a few books out, I was traveling far too often and working long hours when I was home. Having a studio in the house meant that I was working whenever I could find the time, and often, the time was when my kids needed me to be just a mom and not a working mother.

Monday September 28, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

When she was four years old, my daughter, Katie, wanted to have her ears pierced. I told her it was a painful procedure and perhaps she should wait until she was a bit older. She insisted. Her friends had pierced ears and she wanted to be part of the crowd. I finally gave in and took her to Robert’s Jewellers, the local jewellery store.

Wednesday September 30, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

POP!!!! The piercing gun made the first puncture in Kate’s right ear lobe. She winced, blinked, looked straight at me, and howled! Her brother was delighted. When she’d regained her composure, Kate refused to have the left ear pierced. She’d had no idea it would hurt so much, and wasn’t about to go through the procedure again. We had a problem. She could have the first stud removed so the ear could heal over, she could live with one pierced ear, or she could put up with another "pop" like the first one. Kate’s tantrum continued. Mr. Roberts suggested we go home, think it over and come back later. The three of us left the building. Katie walked ahead with Aaron who pranced with glee at his sister’s dilemma. Half way down the street, Kate suddenly turned and pulled me back in the direction of the store. "Let’s do it." she said. The second stud was placed without a fuss, and off we went to get ice cream and groceries. "What made you change your mind?" I asked her. "He did." she said flicking her thumb in her brother’s direction. "He was enjoying this too darned much!"