sandwich: Browse The Strips
Wednesday, April 30, 1980
Saturday, July 4, 1981
Saturday, December 5, 1981
Sunday, May 23, 1982
Wednesday, September 19, 1984
Friday, September 21, 1984
Sunday, June 15, 1986
Thursday, December 4, 1986
Thursday, May 7, 1987
Sunday, September 6, 1987
Monday, October 10, 1988
Wednesday, January 2, 1991
Wednesday, May 8, 1991
Sunday, March 12, 1995
Monday, November 18, 1996
Sunday, July 16, 2000
Sunday, September 17, 2000
Monday, January 24, 2005
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Monday, September 18, 2006
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Lynn's Comments: For children, the coming of Christmas is an endless wait. The ads, the lights and the music make them plead for the time to go faster. For mothers, there are never enough hours in the day.
Living in a small, isolated community meant that we all knew and relied on each other for everything from babysitting to compassion to the proverbial cup of sugar. Without speaking, moms of toddlers knew from the angle of a smile or the nod of a head, how another mom's day was going. We shared, laughed with and supported each other as pageants, bake sales and community center events kept us thoroughly immersed in the holiday spirit. Christmas in Lynn Lake was as rich as any I have known - mostly because we were all so close. There was little class distinction here. Nobody was better than anybody else and if they thought they were, they became lonely pretty fast! Many of the down-to-earth punch lines in the strip came directly from the down-to-earth friends I had in Lynn Lake.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Lynn's Comments: Here is a scenario that would play out many times in my housewifely career: you make easy meals which cover all the food groups, you leave them in the fridge to be accessed by the troops and without a second thought, they bypass your well organized and clearly labeled containers...and eat junk. On your return from wherever it is you went, you then find your freshly prepared grub reduced to dried, moldering leftovers - having never seen plate nor palate.
So, you say the next time you fly the coop, there will be no meal preparation in advance and the troops can fend for themselves. I tried this once and the response was "What? You didn't MAKE us anything?" You can't win - which is why the freezer is such a good invention.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Lynn's Comments: There were times when housework depressed me terribly. The fact that it had to be done over and over again made the effort beyond unsatisfying. Being a mom and managing my other job meant that I was working (I figured) 10-12 hours a day. Eventually, my mom-in-law suggested I ask one of her friends to help me once a week, so I happily made arrangements to hire "Mavis." This hard working and thorough housekeeper indeed lightened the load, but she wanted to have her lunch prepared and she scoffed if I gave her a store-bought dessert! This meant that the time I saved was spent in the kitchen...but it was a CLEAN kitchen!
Friday, September 20, 2013
Lynn's Comments: I could never understand the cavalier way in which the men and the kids in my life regarded cleaning and maintenance of the house. They never seemed to take into account that the hall had been neatly tidied--they just kicked off their boots and happily dumped their clothing on the floor. My complaints were greeted with surprise and a "what's your problem" shrug. Later, after I hired someone to help me clean up, I too became complacent about dirty shoes in the hallway and wet towels on the banister. "Oh well," I'd say to myself, "Mavis will take care of it tomorrow!" A mess only registers if you have to tidy it up yourself.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Lynn's Comments: My mom made bread every two weeks. Being a kid, I figured I was missing something by not having store-bought Wonder Bread, and eagerly traded my school lunch with friends. The weird thing about the commercial bread was that you could press it flat and fold it up like cardboard. It tasted like cardboard too unless you put lots of margarine on it. (Few families could afford butter.) One of my friends made his own lunch every day, and the things he found to press between slices of bread varied from garlic cloves to dill pickles to just plain sugar.
Sometimes I traded with him, sometimes I didn't, but I was always envious of his store bought bread and the way he was allowed to make his lunch any way he wanted to. What we didn't know about each other was that my mom couldn't afford to buy commercially made bread, and his mom went to work before he got up. He had to dress himself and his brother, make both their lunches, walk his brother to a neighbour's house, and then get himself to school. With nutritious meals to look forward to and a mom who was home to look after me, I was the lucky one.
Sometimes I traded with him, sometimes I didn't, but I was always envious of his store bought bread and the way he was allowed to make his lunch any way he wanted to. What we didn't know about each other was that my mom couldn't afford to buy commercially made bread, and his mom went to work before he got up. He had to dress himself and his brother, make both their lunches, walk his brother to a neighbour's house, and then get himself to school. With nutritious meals to look forward to and a mom who was home to look after me, I was the lucky one.
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Lynn's Comments: I haven't done this yet; sort through all my photographs, but I will! Someday, when the time is right, I'll actually put all my photos together in albums--in the right order. Just saying this makes me wonder if the folks who make a living doing these kinds of things really exist. If they do--I wonder if they ever get around to putting their OWN stuff in order!