bus: Browse The Strips
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Thursday, March 9, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Monday, October 2, 2006
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Monday, November 24, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Thursday July 27, 2017
Lynn's Comments: When I was a kid, Camp Kawkawa was the name of the camp my family went to every year. The cabins we stayed in are still standing on Kawkawa Lake in Hope, BC.
Thursday August 30, 2018
Friday August 31, 2018
Wednesday September 5, 2018
Sunday January 20, 2019
Saturday June 15, 2019
Lynn's Comments: In the first panel, you can see Elly twisting Elizabeth's hair as she is getting it ready to put into a ponytail. I was able to draw things like this pretty realistically by using a Polaroid camera. I’d ask whoever was in the room to pose for me and I'd take the shot from the angle I needed. Somewhere I have an album filled with these crazy photographs!
Saturday July 13, 2019
Lynn's Comments: Here, Michael is served the one thing he really doesn’t want to eat.
My Aunt Margaret worked at Moir’s Chocolates during the 1950s. Every year, she’d send us a box of chocolates for Christmas. I thought she had the best job in the world. One year, when I was about 10, she came with her family from Ontario to Vancouver to visit us and I told her I would love to work in a chocolate factory. She laughed! She told me she was sick of chocolate! Apparently, the day she was sent to the packaging floor of the factory, she was told that all the employees were invited to eat as much chocolate as they wanted. She dug in! After two days, she had no desire to eat, touch or smell chocolate, and that everyone else felt the same. The Moir’s Company policy paid off. Sadly, Margie’s dislike of chocolate lasted the rest of her life!
My Aunt Margaret worked at Moir’s Chocolates during the 1950s. Every year, she’d send us a box of chocolates for Christmas. I thought she had the best job in the world. One year, when I was about 10, she came with her family from Ontario to Vancouver to visit us and I told her I would love to work in a chocolate factory. She laughed! She told me she was sick of chocolate! Apparently, the day she was sent to the packaging floor of the factory, she was told that all the employees were invited to eat as much chocolate as they wanted. She dug in! After two days, she had no desire to eat, touch or smell chocolate, and that everyone else felt the same. The Moir’s Company policy paid off. Sadly, Margie’s dislike of chocolate lasted the rest of her life!
Wednesday July 24, 2019
Thursday July 25, 2019
Lynn's Comments: One of the best things about summer camp for me was the bus ride there and back. The laughter, the singing, eating damp sandwiches (flattened in waxed paper bundles), hanging onto best friends who were strangers a week ago—what fun that was. After 65 years, the smell and the sounds of that long bus ride can be conjured up as if it all happened yesterday. Summer camp. It's a wonderful rite of passage.