Living in small towns meant that we got to know the medical folks pretty well. Meeting a doctor at a party, who had just given me a physical check-up, was a challenge at first. Then, like everyone else…I just got used to it!
So often cartoons depict our teachers as the enemy. In my experience, most have been fair, kind, responsible and considerate…while trying to simply do their job! I owe my thanks to teachers who did more than just teach me; they brought me up—through all my growing years and well into my adult life.
Ahhh, the heady feeling of that first kiss, that first "serious" romance. When my parents called it "puppy love," I cringed. Nothing was more real, more meaningful or more affirming than the loves we shared in grade school.
For many years, my husband and I helped out on his sister’s farm in Manitoba. For two or three weeks every summer, we did everything from seeding to combining to feeding the hogs. One year when the kids were older, we went for Christmas.
My dad sang these words to us. He would reverse or rewrite the lyrics to carols, hymns and even the tunes on the radio. This was one of my favourites.
This last statement is what I would have been thinking had I been sent away for Christmas when a new relationship was in bloom. I really sided with Mike here!
This is me as well. I was very particular about my hair. If my hair wasn’t right, my day was ruined. Whoever coined the words "bad hair day" knew what they were talking about.
I really enjoyed including my sister- and brother-in-law in the strip. They were naturally funny and their farm provided a new element to the storyline. When we were together, ideas just tumbled into my head.
I visualized my in-laws’ house as I drew this staircase and hallway. I couldn’t wait for them to read the strip in the Winnipeg Free Press.
We really did look in the freezer for these brown paper packages…but the cow’s name was "Mary."
True enough. Nobody works harder than a farmer.
You can’t make this stuff up!
Actually, the barn didn’t smell bad at all. We kept it very clean (the kids thought otherwise). I heard some unhappy comments from folks who reminded me that on a farm, cleanliness is essential!
I enjoyed drawing these panels. It gave me a chance to do something illustrative—to break away from straight lines and static indoor backgrounds.
On Christmas morning at the farm, the deal was that the kids could open one gift and then we had to wait for everyone to have breakfast. We gulped down our eggs and toast so the kids could get started, but Grandma wasn’t about to eat fast. In fact, she chewed so slowly it drove us crazy. The kids stood next to her watching her jaws working up and down, up and down. I wanted to grab her by the nose and chin and make her chew faster: "Eat, Grandma–EAT!!!" She worked each wedge of toast, each crumb of bacon, into her mouth in dreary, intolerable slow motion. Suddenly, the kids took charge. They roared over to the tree and began to divide up the loot. A "Santa" was chosen, and before Grandma had sipped her coffee, the opening began. As I recall, Grandma was largely oblivious to the commotion going on around her and so a new Christmas tradition was born: everyone has to have breakfast…except Grandma.
The old adage about three days being the perfect length of time for a visit seems right on target.
Visits to the farm are among some of my best memories!