snowball: Browse The Strips
Sunday, January 15, 1984
Sunday, January 29, 1984
Thursday, March 8, 1984
Wednesday, February 13, 1985
Wednesday, February 4, 1987
Sunday, December 4, 1988
Friday, November 30, 1990
Sunday, January 13, 1991
Monday, January 14, 1991
Monday, December 2, 1991
Sunday, January 5, 1992
Sunday, January 16, 1994
Sunday, January 11, 1998
Sunday, January 13, 2002
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Sunday, January 8, 2006
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Lynn's Comments: The path from our front door to the driveway on Tally-Ho Road was perhaps 25 feet long, but it seemed much longer when you shovelled it. When I did this strip, we were all living in Northern Ontario, but shovelling snow is the same wherever you are. No matter how often you create a clean space, within minutes something always manages to fill it in.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Lynn's Comments: Remember eating snow and believing it tasted like ice cream? If you don't, you didn't grow up in a northern climate! The only snow we didn't eat was yellow!
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Lynn's Comments: Chris is the son of Elly's neighbour, Annie. He was named for the son of a friend of mine and I thought he would play a larger role in the strip. It still amazes me how some characters would come to life and "talk to me," and some wouldn't--even though I wanted to get to know them!
Sunday November 12, 2017
Friday November 29, 2019
Sunday January 12, 2020
Monday January 13, 2020
Monday November 30, 2020
Sunday January 3, 2021
Lynn's Comments: This punchline comes from my own childhood. My dad was a great pal to my brother and I when we were young. He'd play outside, letting us ride on his back, swinging us around and showing us how to make horns out of dandelion stems. Inside, he'd play board games and sing children's songs, strumming the chords on his guitar. He was a big kid at heart! When we grew too old for these things, he was a bit lost—he couldn't quite believe we had outgrown the things he so enjoyed. I remember the little kids in the neighbourhood coming to the front door and asking, "Can Mr. Ridgway come out to play?"