Lynn's Comments: When I did the Aunt Fiona series, I received a number of letters from readers who asked me how I knew one of their relatives so intimately. You can make stuff up, but the truth is, you don't have to!
About This Strip:
Originally Run: 1991-07-03 Appearing:Elly, John Location:home
Lynn's Comments: Here, I go into my own family history to reveal the diner/pool hall that my wonderful, eccentric aunt Margaret owned. Oakview Lunch and Billiards was a landmark on the road to Wasaga Beach in Northern Ontario. One summer, I took the bus north to help her for a week or two.
Lynn's Comments: Aunt Margaret's assortment of regular customers would arrive every day. It was a social hub. These regulars would spend their time playing pool or sitting in the coffee shop. It was my job to make and serve them breakfast or burgers and fries. If they ever took a good look at the griddle we used, they might not have swallowed their lunch.
Lynn's Comments: In Manitoba, you stop looking for hills and other landmarks and start looking at the sky. At night, the stars go on forever, and during the day, you can see a storm coming from far in the distance—for miles and miles!
Lynn's Comments: When we re-ran strips that included April in her car seat, I had to redraw the panels to show the baby in the backseat in a rear-facing car seat in order to comply with new regulations.
Lynn's Comments: Harrison’s Pond was a small "bog" in front of our friend Doug Harrison's house. Every spring, when we heard the frogs singing in that pond, we knew the frost was gone and summer was on its way.
Lynn's Comments: There were leeches in Harrison's pond. This we discovered after a frog hunting expedition. Leeches are strange creatures and super interesting to look at…unless they are stuck to your legs.
Lynn's Comments: From time to time, our whole family would go to the family farm in Manitoba to work and to visit...but mostly to work! One summer, I was asked to paint the wooden grain bins that were on the edge of the property. I was handed a paint sprayer, some red paint and a few rags.
Lynn's Comments: I hadn't used a sprayer before. With a strong wind whipping across the fields, the paint landed on me covering my face, my clothes and my hands with red paint. To get the paint off I used gasoline. One of my worst moments in time was sitting in the bathtub covered in gasoline, which burned like crazy, and hollering because there was no hot water. In fact, there was no water at all. Stories about the farm could fill a whole series of graphic novels!