Lynn's Comments: My brother and I made life miserable for anyone who took on the job of babysitting us. When I became a teenager and it was my turn to take on the job of babysitting, I knew what my charges would do to me. I remember thinking, "a good babysitter never gets paid enough!"
Lynn's Comments: To this day, I can’t resist "boinging" the little springy thing that keeps a door from hitting the wall. Writing the sound effects here was so much fun!
Lynn's Comments: When I was a kid, a penny could actually buy something! The corner store I used to go to as a kid is still there and is still selling "penny candy." I went in the other day and found that I could buy an actual licorice cigar—the kind we had as kids, the real thing! It was the right length, the right texture, and it had red sprinkles on the end. It even tasted the same. The only thing different was the cost, but I bought it anyway. You can't put a price on nostalgia! Note: notice the milk carton on the counter…this caused a problem for readers on the following day.
Lynn's Comments: This strip brought us a real flurry of questions. On the counter in the previous strip I had placed a carton of milk, assuming readers would know that Elizabeth was buying it. Presumably, the bag in this strip carries a carton of milk, which she breaks on the fence. Readers had no idea what was going on, so before they could read the following day’s strip, they wrote to say, "Maybe you know what’s in the bag, but we don’t!" This was a good lesson in how to continue a story that appears daily—only a few images at a time.
Lynn's Comments: I remember telling my mother a lie like this and it got too big to handle. The truth, though painful, is always easiest in the long run!
Lynn's Comments: I have never strapped a pair on, but I have ridden down a hill on them—on my backside.
Lynn's Comments: This story was used, I was told, as an example for kids at home and in kindergarten of how a lie can get out of hand. As a parent, I was "lecturing children" from my basement drawing table!
Lynn's Comments: I was really happy with this one. I hoped my son would read it and learn.
Lynn's Comments: I liked this one, too.
Lynn's Comments: If I'd had a dog at this time, I’d have chosen the dog.
Lynn's Comments: My mom was a stickler when it came to good manners. "Please," "thank you" and "pardon me" were drilled into us. We had eating lessons. She made us sit with a Golden Book under each arm so we could learn to eat without raising our elbows. There was a litany of rules: "Chew with your mouth shut! Don't pick your teeth in public! Don't blow your nose on the napkins! When you're finished, put your knife and fork together (like a clock’s hands) at seven thirty five!" Use of the knife and fork was carefully monitored. If we slouched at the table, mom would put a yardstick down our backs. This was strict and somewhat crazy, but my brother and I learned how to eat with good manners and it’s been a valuable skill, which has lasted us all our lives!
Lynn's Comments: People were always telling me I should "cut Elly’s hair". This would have taken away a very recognizable feature of the character, so the best I could do was to bunch it up or tie it back. This strip gave me the opportunity to address the readers’ observation.
Lynn's Comments: In a TV sit-com, you can get away with changing a character with a haircut or a hair colour because the character is a real person. In a comic strip, the art often reflects an artist’s style to the point where hair, posture, and even clothing are used to clearly identify the character. Charles Schulz once told me, "If it wasn't for hair and clothing, all my characters would look alike!" He drew them all in his own unique style.
Lynn's Comments: This is true. There was a coffee house on Davie Street in Vancouver where I tried to be a folk singer! Many of us did. In the 60s, music and entertainment were everywhere. If you could sing and strum a guitar, there was always a place where you could play—for free. One night at The Bunkhouse, I opened for Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee. I was awful and they were very kind. My career, thankfully, went in another direction!
Lynn's Comments: I think this was an actual conversation between my brother Alan and I. He became a professional musician. He has just retired—he played the trumpet for over 50 years.
Lynn's Comments: Strolling across the parking lot at Canadian Tire today, my partner Paul and I were talking about our past and how much fun we'd had. We wondered about the new generation of kids, and it occurred to us that right now, is THEIR "good old days!"
Lynn's Comments: Anyone who owns a large, hairy dog will see themselves in this Sunday page. The first folks to come up with the idea of a pet grooming business, really knew what they were doing!
Lynn's Comments: Here I am now at 70 and thinking how young I was when I drew this gag!
Lynn's Comments: I recently went to a nail spa. I rarely do this but it was a gift and I enjoyed being pampered. The young woman doing my nails had just had her lips injected with something that had made them red and swollen. I tactfully asked her about them and she said she was getting lip injections and Botox as well—to keep herself looking young. She couldn't have been more than 20 years old! I wonder what she will look like when she is my age.
Lynn's Comments: Been there, done that.