Lynn's Comments: The comment "What you need is a wife," never used to bother me. I didn't think of it as sexist. For the most part, we are more organized; we like to keep things clean and tidy. Today, however, I'm more likely to take the side of the independent woman and say, "What you need is discipline, pride, and self control!" After his marriage, by the way, my brother became extremely tidy!
Lynn's Comments: We would never identify the good times as being good if we didn't have crap to compare it with. There's no way Heaven could be perfect bliss because we wouldn't appreciate it! Humans need the rollercoaster of ups and downs... which is why we continue to make life so darned difficult for ourselves!
Lynn's Comments: I made good use of my own childhood experiences, and one of the things that plagued families of the 1950s was the need for parents to be right. It was, "Do as I say, not as I do," which never made a heck of a lot of sense to me. If Dad swore, swearing was cool. If Mom smoked, smoking was cool too. If what they told us didn't add up, we were quick to object, but the folks were always right--no matter how wrong they were. This was a hard facade to maintain. When I had kids of my own, I discovered that it was much easier to admit to a mistake than try and justify it.
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 had my son in the early 70s. They took him away and washed him and I didn't get to hold him for a long time. Five years later when I had my daughter, things had changed. I held her immediately. They didn't take her to be weighed and checked out until we had been with her for over an hour. That was a wonderful experience. That was the way it should be done!
Lynn's Comments: I was hoping the item on the wire looked like a jock strap! When newspapers reduced the size of the comics page, we had much less space in which to make a gag work. Every square centimeter had to count and small details had to be drawn with real care so that they were evident to the reader. I hoped that I'd had enough space in the last panel to include the characters (for expression), the dialogue and the gag. Maybe not!