bubble gum: Browse The Strips
Saturday, January 24, 1981
Friday, June 22, 1984
Friday, September 7, 1984
Saturday, April 5, 1986
Sunday, May 18, 1986
Wednesday, August 20, 1986
Sunday, January 10, 1988
Sunday, January 17, 1988
Wednesday, June 24, 1992
Wednesday, August 5, 1992
Wednesday, December 9, 1992
Sunday, September 24, 1995
Wednesday, January 17, 2001
Sunday, June 9, 2002
Sunday, November 2, 2003
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, June 21, 2013
Lynn's Comments: Some of Aaron's friends did have keys to their houses, but again, the town was so small that we all looked out for each other. In general, the kids didn't get into too much trouble. Small towns are a relatively safe environment for kids--which is probably why they all say they can't wait to leave when they hit their teen years!
Friday, September 6, 2013
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Lynn's Comments: I wanted my son, who really had a good ear for music, to take piano lessons. In an effort to encourage him (and to learn myself) I arranged to take lessons with him. We went to a particularly strict and humourless lady who treated us exactly the same way. Admonishments like, "Keep those wrists up! Do you want to play "McDonald's Farm" for another week?!" were doled out to us both. I earnestly wanted to learn how to play the piano, but I fully understood my son's reluctance to practice because I hated to practice, too! Neither of us looked forward to the lessons, so neither of us worked hard to learn. This is a sad admission. I wish we had focused on our talent and not on our teacher!
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Lynn's Comments: During the 50s, bubble gum cost two cents a piece. Two pieces would fill your mouth with a perfect wad--the best for blowing bubbles. We kids would go to the corner store, pool our money, and buy the two pieces. Then, we would share the gum! The wad had to go from mouth to mouth in good time so that the flavour was enjoyed by all. Sometimes, as many as four kids would share. We'd all see who could blow the biggest bubble. It got in our hair, on our clothes, and our mouths would sport a dirty, sticky circle of gunge as we blew and popped and blew again.
AAAAUGH! I can't believe I told you that!
AAAAUGH! I can't believe I told you that!
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Lynn's Comments: In the comic strip, Michael was old enough to understand what had happened and could talk about the adventure with his friends. At the time of the accident, however, our children were not aware of the seriousness of the situation. All they knew was that Daddy had gone for a trip and big planes had come to town to look for him.
Sunday January 8, 2017
Lynn's Comments: We called it a wreck room. I believe in calling a mess, a mess.