ashtray: Browse The Strips
Monday, July 19, 1982
Friday, August 31, 1984
Thursday, January 3, 1985
Monday, July 4, 2011
Lynn's Comments: Alan was always trying to quit. This and a serious lack of funds kept him without a reliable supply of smokes. He might say I'm making this up...but I do remember him sifting through the household refuse looking for salvageable butts. This is clear in my memory because despite my objection to smoking, I truly felt sorry for him!
Monday, July 18, 2011
Lynn's Comments: When Alan came to visit us in Lynn Lake, he brought his trumpet. He travels with it everywhere and it was great for my kids to be able to hear him practice and to talk about his career.
He and I grew up in a house full of music; something I have missed for a long time. I played 6 and 12 string guitar. Dad also taught me the button accordion! Alan played mandolin and trumpet and, to some extent, Dad played them all. To hear a melody come from an instrument played by someone you know is both healing and inspiring. Healing because no matter what we did to upset each other, the music we played put us into a space where we forgot our differences and became one. Inspiring because the competition between us to play better and to try new things kept both Alan and I close to our instruments and to our dad as well.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Lynn's Comments: When he found himself checking the garbage for butts, he realized what a serious addiction smoking was!
Friday, January 3, 2014
Lynn's Comments: Alan lit up and puffed a cigar. It was something he would later regret.