Lynn's Comments: As I write this, it's the first of October and already Christmas stuff is on the shelves. *Sigh* I remember hearing about how the show "South Park" got started. Apparently, the artists did a Christmas spoof using cut-out images of Jesus fighting Santa Claus in an effort to gain Yuletide supremacy. What a funny idea...and right on target. As soon as Hallowe'en is o'er, we'll be immersed in the commerce of Christmas. ...and like everyone else, I'll be right in there, buying my stash. I often wonder what Jesus himself would have thought of all this!
Lynn's Comments: The big treasure trove was in my mother-in-law's attic. She had meticulously saved everything. There were ancient skis and snowshoes, lampshades and blinds. There were picture frames, bottles, quilt frames, and toys. There was a trunk filled with clothing--some of it her mother's. We found corsets, dresses, feathered hats, and knee-length knickers--some was moth-eaten, but most was like new.
Lynn's Comments: Saying thanks was something I tried to hammer into my kids and now, my grandchildren. It's a simple word, takes no time to say and it means so much to the person who has done you a good service. Sadly it's something not heard enough. The other thing we should hear more often are the words "I'm sorry".
Lynn's Comments: At home we all waited for any news of the lost men. We had the radio on and suddenly the CBC programming was interrupted by a bulletin: the men had been found safe and alive! How could the radio have received the news before we did? Joy and relief overcame any concerns we had about how the information had been delivered. I called the other women and told them what we had just heard. None of us could put our feelings into words. The shock of the entire situation was now something we could deal with. All we could do was wait for the men to come home--this kind of waiting was wonderful.
Lynn's Comments: This was one of those self-flagellating strips, which said in print something I had been thinking: I often missed important conversations because I was focused on something less relevant. In this strip, I've drawn Katie's favourite jacket--one I destroyed by putting in the dryer! There is also mention of my friend, Margie Palmer. Whenever I could, I'd put a friend's name in the paper to let them know I was thinking of them. This proved to be a lot of fun and even connected me to friends with whom I'd lost touch.
Lynn's Comments: I had a lot of fun making up funny lyrics to these imaginary tunes…but readers focused on their objection to the word "crud". Today, this word would be conservative. How times have changed.
Lynn's Comments: My dad used to sing these songs and I learned the words to most of them. They were great songs with wonderful lyrics—written to brighten one’s mood during the darkest of times.