valentine: Browse The Strips
Monday, February 13, 1984
Tuesday, February 14, 1984
Wednesday, February 15, 1984
Tuesday, February 12, 1985
Monday, February 9, 1987
Tuesday, February 10, 1987
Wednesday, February 11, 1987
Thursday, February 12, 1987
Friday, February 13, 1987
Saturday, February 14, 1987
Sunday, February 15, 1987
Monday, February 16, 1987
Monday, February 6, 1989
Tuesday, February 7, 1989
Sunday, February 14, 1993
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Lynn's Comments: Valentines came in big plastic bags when I was a kid. We'd get, perhaps 25, pretty little cards for a few dollars and we'd give one to everyone in your class. This meant that we all came home with a fistful of valentines. Nobody was left out. It was tradition. In grade one, I had a crush on a boy named Jimmy Thompson. I was crazy about him until Valentine's Day when I gave him a card, but he didn't give a card to anyone. I was hurt--I never knew that his family just couldn't afford them.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Lynn's Comments: Even kids know the art of subtle expression. The way we make eye contact, the way we stand and speak and gesture, are all ways of communicating the way we really feel. Something as simple as watching someone open an envelope, conveys a state of mind. Adults have to be careful... kids are as sensitive to these things as we are!
Friday, February 15, 2013
Lynn's Comments: Writing a series of strips about Valentine's Day brought back so many memories. In grade two, my girlfriends and I thought the boys in our grade were SO immature!
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Lynn's Comments: I don't think schools go for the "give everyone in the class a valentine" any more--and I think it's for the best. Some kids in my elementary classes never got or gave valentines because their folks couldn't afford the bags of pre-cut cards. We couldn't either, but my folks always bought them because they wanted to spare us the humiliation of having nothing to give.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Lynn's Comments: Years ago, I had the fun of touring American Greetings with Tom Wilson who did the comic panel "Ziggy" (His son, Tom Jr., continues it today). There were many artists, mostly women, working at drafting tables and in offices all coming up with ways to say "I love you," "I care," "Sorry you're sick," and so on. It was an impressive and dedicated team of talented people.
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Lynn's Comments: There always has to be a villain and I created Melody Morrison in opposition to Elizabeth. Again, I thought Melody would play a larger role, but it was hard for me to make a character all bad! To me, there is good in everyone and when you show both sides, you've got a character that demands the spotlight. I had no room to add more characters.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
Lynn's Comments: I can't say it enough: If it wasn't for my teachers, I'd have been a lost soul. I owe so much to the men and women who gave me challenges and encouragement, and materials to work with. Most of all they gave confidence and a real sense of worth.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Lynn's Comments: I don't think the tradition of giving Valentines to classmates like this, still exists--and it's probably just as well.
It was an exciting day. I had never been in a radio station before and when it was my turn to go up to the microphone, I was terrified. The host was reassuring. He moved the big silver microphone right under my nose and said, "Lynn, it's your turn to say hello! Who would you like to say hello to today?" Meanwhile, my dad was at work. He had the radio on and everyone in Shores Jewellery was listening. Sweating and shaking, I leaned into the mic. and said, "Hello, Grandma and Grandpa!" Dad was crushed. He had expected me to say hello to him. I wasn't thinking. I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. When he got home later that evening, it was clear that I had let him down. Mom thought it was nice that I had thought of her parents, though, and decided to call them and ask what they thought of the broadcast. Sadly, they hadn't been listening. To this day, I think about that missed opportunity and I wish that I'd acknowledged the one person to whom it really mattered.